Long Cocoons Poems

By definition, Mr. Contradiction asserts the contrary or deny the truth of something. He admittedly is hypocritical and controversial, and most often, he refuses to surrender. He fights until only death or doom defeats him....

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I made a U turn at dusk as dark night creeps  upon me
I tried to catch my breath from the horrible smell that was stifling me inside
I did not know which way to turn...

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Unquotable Quotes VIIIL : SEXUAL HARASSMENT* - the feminist kind

(*”aggressive pressure or intimidation”: Is it really “any different” in most cases in the act, judging by Hollywood standards?)

STOP: ARREST ALL GIRLS
 - standing with legs...

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I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands,
Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands.

I was always marked for this work, ever since I was...

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I can’t stand getting worse and worse by the fast-paced minute
So, set me free from me, colliding and breaking bit by bit
Show me the way in which I should go, Lord of Light
Show me the...

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"House of lies, pride and bone, 
The gauzy instability in my augmentation, I feel the hostility commence deep into my lanes. I prom in the masquerade of the mirror and cannot identify myself as an...

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"The Silkworm’s Birthday"





Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze
Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast 
Drops one feather for a quill, a song hidden in a laugh, no bitter pill
magic never rests, like a crystal...

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POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine
Coffee has its own excitation
The book has...

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Summer is lingering on and autumn is secretly chiming in
wild marigolds are blooming everywhere
and the earth is soaking up  my  sordid tears
The full moon is  watching over me and predicting my destiny
Bright...

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I'm drowning in deep memory

                              ...

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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"The Emperor’s New Clothes"

We write about beliefs
our prayer flags flying 
like chrysallis books on a branch 
of those higher deities we trust, 
submerged, we are always listening 

in our quiet hours of sleep
mostly when 3.33...

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I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.

I worked closely with eager owners, for their wildest, dream homes to occur,
Like clusters of...

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Beating the Rhythm against my Eyes,
Making us Survive, There your Love lies!!
The Mirage in the Sunlight, Shimmering with its pristine reflection,
Flowing in its ain mood with no restriction!!
Glorious River-The awe-inspiring bank, has streams rushing aestheically...

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ME and MY insecurities...where shall I begin?
I s’pose I’m not good enough to be a person of significance 
“People aren’t good critics of themselves”
Said a friend of mine…said a friend of mine…
I cry a river...

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Surprises Spice Up Life


Life’s full of surprises that spice up our Life:
Common surprises; strangest of surprises...
Drive around town; visit the eventful circus
Go to Church; visit the school, the cinema
Immerse self in adventure; in treasure hunt,
You’ll...

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WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND


Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies,
peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars 
shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog
attached to curve hands of green Cathedrals.

A carpet of bluebells and daffodils
covers...

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It had only been a few days
Still unfamiliar with my grief, (it was my first time, you see...)
I was such a novice to the proper routine
Of condolences, phone calls, and flowers
Pity in the air, ...a...

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Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.

Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant...

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WHEN TEARS TOUCH

The twelfth of November reminds me of the day            
when our paths  first crossed  then came to grow on ...

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WHEN TEARS TOUCH

The twelfth of November reminds me of the day            
When our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.  ...

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The path was long and arduous
And night began to veer
O’er trees, and lanes and rusted gates
Its' shadows breeding fear

Unbridled Wind wisped ‘round
Tombstone crosses where
Hissing its’ frustration
Loudly in despair

It sought to nourish fears
The shadows did create
Searching...

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An almost stillness came about
as she strode into my door,
like breath itself refused to move,
fearful of touching her mysterious beauty

But her obsidian eyes betrayed her. 

Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
she looked at me, 
and...

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Walking through the corridores at Atascaderos State Hospital

Here to speak to a certain confined patient....

Within the walls of the criminally insanes, incarcerated

Thinking to myself a moment ago as I checked in my arms

How thin are...

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The day I heard I had HIV

The letter from the health department read like this in so many words: “Your lifestyle has caught up with you and you have been a naughty girl. You have...

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