Long Confederates Poems

"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is...

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Once within eternal time
of pre-LeftBrain domination,
I recall breathing in 
EarthMother's richly hued nutrition,
and this Other inhaling me,
purging lungs of misperceptions
that I was Her
any more or less than S/he was me.

We owned this communion together,
sacred breath...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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A civil war ferociously raged...

within complex edifice...
derelict hulking corpse delineated courtesy
seared, singed, smoldered smithereens
formerly robust warrior
slain during prime of his life
heavenly corporeal outstanding entity
subjected to fateful foragers
courtesy camping buzzfeeding carrion -
fancy feast for famished
uber twittering,...

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"Conversations with a Daughter: Creeps"



Time creeps
my beautiful, clever, daughter 

Weirdos are us 
incorporated 

There's that beautiful laugh,
that beautiful smile

Who wants to 
belong here 

they keep you on 
the outer edge

that’s cool, 
take all the time...

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Boiler, or bomb, the Sultana sank on April 27, eighteen sixty five 
Taking down with her, a good rounded off number of 1,800 lives

Carrying Union soldiers, who were ex-prisoners of war, up north
From Vicksburg heading...

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"The Chalice of Murdered Crows"





How many moonbeams
would it take to overflow 
my chalice bathe me naked
dew kissed diamond glistening
bare skin freedom feet seeking
my missing, slow dancing lover’s athamé


How many sunbeams
would it take to burn 
your...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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“I remember...” an old man said,
“When the first shot rang out,
When the rebels held their stead,
The British bullets flew about,
And through our ranks they sped.”
Though soldiers fall and cannons shout,
The Flag flies proud and strong,...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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...inspired by 'Portrait of a Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to...

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Third Reign:

Her feeding heart and cold command
Enough to make you quit your band
Well, there’s only so much frostbite one can take
You’ve heard her bitter orders before
To leave your sandals outside her door
And go skating on...

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On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light...

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On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light...

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The hood is foregone.
Into the past, of fired crucifixes upon front lawns.
   The day has begun, a new dawn.
Bare faced, in the sun's illumination.
   Guised within the roles that make a...

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C A U S A T I O N       vs.        D E T E R M I N I S M


Choices form...

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Charley

In Carolina a young man’s journey began.
Today in Mississippi was it’s end.
Dressed in the best he had, 
they returned an old man to the ground;
in the shade of a white oak,
Ginseng berries all around.

His was...

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I am a drummer boy for the Union Army. 
I am only 12 years old and I have left my home far away.
Feelings rushing through me: scared of dying, afraid of what will come at...

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Written By:  D. Collins 6/4/24



Please wake up and open your eyes.
To a man my age abortion doesn't apply.
Confederates outlawed it because they lost the war.
The sons they lost somehow had to be restored.



Young People,...

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Dirty Black Love
Written By:  D. Collins 2/19/15

Dirty black love is all that Obama gets.
A regression to oppression from all his hypocrites.
Just know dirty black love will never get to me.
Because, I'm a child of...

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Where is my brother?
Did he decide to fight for Missouri
Or did he go to the side of the traitors?
It is a glorious day but a sad one

Sure there is victory but at what cost?
I can...

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Covid

commiserate, conjugate
circumambulate around the 
circumference of the
continent
covertly circulate
in the crevices of 
confederates
cramped, crawling,
crooning in the
cavern of 
Copulates
we concurred
that the crisis
was going to confabulate
Covid closure
clamped and comorbid
into crass and crumpled
consternates
constipate crush
collapse and confiscate
curious conjugates
carelessly canned
into cisterns...

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As white as the driven snow.
Coming back from a lot.
Chosen to be around.
Bubbly baking soda, region of snow.

Playgirl bunny, lil playboy star.
Than again too much confetti.
Black lives matter to the confederates.
Bedazzled diamond cut.
Coma snow white...

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It was called “Spy Rock” in my day
Said you could see for miles around
The encampments of Confederates
From this large rock on higher ground
When the men in grey invaded our land
Brawling, looting, burning, and pillaging,
Everything got...

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