Long Confessor Poems

TIS thine bottled tat's tasked whence be thine edge
Be naught in wallows dew supine vogue cast
Youth triumphed hour as a young promised fledge
Barkeeper, be thoust days numbered--till asked
All stand 'tis proper thine talents measure
Skills they'd...

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I WAS PURSUING A CAREER IN  DENTAL AND ORAL SURGERY
NEVER THOUGHT  THE WAR WOULD LEAVE A FATAL MARK ON ME
THE  SECOND YEAR OF STUDY CONSISTED OF FIELD REVIEWS
OF THE DENTAL CONDITIONS OF...

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You are my love
My sweet protector
My guardian in the night
The one who persevered to convince me
Who taught me how to fight

You are power
You are struggle
You are weakness
You are light
You are everything inside
That makes me come...

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Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery

(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)


Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script 
Ah, I see "I" the spy has stumbled upon new tricks 

Disloyalty - The Perfidy -...

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Some will never understand how I find light in the shadowy corners of existence,
how a melody that flows slowly through my room becomes a river of comfort,
how a few piano notes struck with tenderness can...

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We are all colored, What is this;
Term in the US in contrast with "white" Colored Middle English;

Coloured was first used in the 14th century;
Binding to be anything non Caucasian, European beige, brighten tan
Lesser and lighter...

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The Imp sat atop the dresser, unmoving,
in the corner of the room, I waited, pen in hand.
No sound did he make, nor his locus improving,
as his bloodshot eyes, my attention, they demand.

In days slipped past,...

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An Interview with Sin
As the moon argues with clouds in winter’s tormented sky
A frail life lingers in the shadows
Waiting for deaths hello
To ride the waters of dawn
On a black majestic funeral swan.

Through frosted windows, 
A...

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We, 
with the geometry and evening 
balance of our midcentury hands—gently 
lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a 
nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the glass 
encasement marred by scars,...

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Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the   
Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that 
Veer towards you when you pray, my brother have...

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Consistency is character that spells what no one reads again
Habits other-centered distrusted, ridiculed, and yet sustained
Altar and cross accepted is what love requires, the sharp flame
Rinsing spirit of the flesh, humility's morning in earth's night
Ark...

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I
You are far from a whisper;
surviving where echoes
fall between cracks in the floor,
where the pulse of phantom tangibles
beats only in your hands, loving
no more, no less, no one.

Witch doctors finger your spine,
and ignore your soul....

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THE RELUCTANT 
by Mark Miller © 09/19/2014

We are the living seeming stillness willful we endure 
Through vows of contempt to never surrender
Vacate questions fly by trees terse unknown
Retreat or follow the terminus term less 
Momentary...

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Just believe you will still be here
 When I will be here too.
  That I will heal sufficiently,
   To see you come right back to me.
     I want...

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The poor lad was sixteen when they kidnapped him
They took him from England to Ireland but the boy did not sin.
His father was a Deacon and his grandfather was a Priest
Who would have thought this...

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The Failure
When I was bored with sea life
and walked ashore in Santiago
I could find no work except in house of ill repute
throwing out the rebellious and for some reason
became a father confessor to the women,...

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On entering the confessional we should kneel, make the sign of the Cross and say to the priest, Bless me Father; then add I confess to Almighty God and to you Father, that I have...

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Did you hear the latest dear
Gooey gossip hot off the press
Like a cold beer for your ear
But hold what you know close to vest

I hear that man is really a ma’am 
Or it may be...

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Rooftop gargoyle
Stone and statue stiff
Black pearl, eye of the raven
Watching on high, from where he sits
A dark sentinel against the moonlight
His gaze upon me never quits
At the dawn he has gone
But at twilight the corvid...

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Troubled heart and best friend.
Your love is ridding a rail.
Your hair within the wind.

Take the fragments from every one night stand.
The bottle is always half empty.
When passedfrom a guilty hand.

Am I your confessor Your lover...

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An Excerpt from the Poem "The Man Who Sold the World"

ii.

Meanwhile
In the American Sector
A small cermaic 
Statue of The Christ
Hidden by muscular
Candelabra arrogantly
Thrusting toward the vault,
A post-war knockoff
To replace a priceless
Treasure survived the
Allied Bombing to...

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Confessor and Predecessor

A President who is the other's predecessor
Must make her old one be a confessor
Hardest problems to tackle what they are
And going with Congress just how far.

Water running through Congress is stagnant
How can you...

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Long hours spends with his blue Compressor
A fine automobile-turned oppressor,
With a mechanic still an aggressor;
Priced a poor Two Million by an assessor:
The cost of Tree’s Computer’s Processor…

A wife with cause to hate a Compressor
Just like...

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Monsignor Father Saez is mission priest,
and he's confessor priest to brothers both.
His mission's high on rise and faces east,
none better ever made his sacred oath.
For life man gave himself to bride betroth,
and combination fine put...

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Blow, blow, you unfeeling winter wind,
Cruel, wicked you are,
Numberless leaves you pluck so harshly,
Clothesless you make them unkindly,
As mercy is not enthroned in your heart,
Oh! How truthful you are,
You're inward alike as your outward shows,
Poisoned...

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