Long Confidant Poems

“So, you do not wish to present your daughter to me in joining,” Joulupukki looked directly at Raðulfr and spoke in a serious tone.  “Well, this may change things.  I thought she was...

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Erlenkönig pulled the chair out beside Aisling's and sat on the side of the table.  A large, luxuriant and ornate chair headed the end of the table,
several places down from where he sat...

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I remember…

Being 3 and crying, screaming
Because my mommy was leaving
For a day at work, … dreaded hours
As loneliness for her fell like black
Rain drenching me in awful rejection

I remember…

Being 6 and climbing out of bed
At...

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May  2051

Dear diary I think I'll try for a part
Time job which I just know beyond
Anything I'm gonna hate! So I'll work
It out um. Without a doubt. I just
Don't wanna sit at home to...

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When Oliver dropped out of high school, after his sophomore year, he went to UConn. We never understood why, other than the obvious, that the main campus was our back yard, and he didn't like...

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Where Were You
   Where Were You as I sat Alone on the end of the dock, looking longingly into the night sky. As the so many stars that filled my eyes, and the...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon...

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Ever wonder where big ideas come from?

Memories of FDR
from newsreel clips -
a lion-headed striking man
with rakish grin,
jaw jutting proudly, 
signature cigarette holder
clenched in his teeth
tilted ever upward...
soaring to the heavens
as he cruises by
waving to admirers
in...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

...

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March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding hand of the supposed/purported
fairer gender, yet human race, yet hide
bound...

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MY ESSENCE MY MAN COMPLETE
By: Verlena S. Walker and Dave Wood

MY ESSENCE IS MY MAN!
      Breast
Chest
      You are my woman.
You are my man.
  ...

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Is not God a concept, till we see Him?
How will memorising scriptures assist?
Conditioned beliefs make our soul’s light dim.
Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist.
A Hindu believes God takes many forms,
whilst for a Christian,...

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It has been twelve years that our story was written, from the moment I met you I was smitten. You were my love, my friend, my rock , my confidant, you held my heart from...

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She is more precious than rubies; and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her. – Proverbs 3:15 (KJV)

A golden glow
Fell from her heart
Shadowing dreams
In inspiration and hope
Reaching beyond
This sad,...

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In the beginning was the word-
and the word was…

light darkness 
dawn promise  dusk despair.

I was a tempest
child a feral cat-
alone wild and
untamed eyes a
jigsaw of shattered chaos.

Mom sighs a rustle
Autumn leaves of
disappointment her gaze
a...

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for Judy, who stole my heart before I could part with my fears

“Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister?”—Alice Walker.

Not my sister, yet it felt
Like she was my sister,...

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            Placeholder Avatar meditates faithfully 
on the fashion of understanding, 
adjoining together
nothing and everything.

Golden Intuition spurs self driven vehicle 
by the starry means of
the...

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Dear Library,

It's me, Angel,
Do you remember me?
Of course, you do,
For how could one forget?
A constant presence,
A companion through my highs and lows.

I write to express my gratitude,
For being my sanctuary in high school,
A refuge from...

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I Thought...
I thought we could both hold each others hand
And smile at each other as we overcome the storm
And look into each others eyes with great relief
And hold each other in each others eyes
As we...

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This poem is written in the same vein as "Letting Go."  ...  For my mom.



Again
   by Amy Swanson 



Another time,
    another place
      ...

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In the quiet corners of our shared days,
Where words are but whispers and laughter,
We built something fragile, something rare—
A friendship, pure and unguarded,
Between a girl and a boy, so different,
Yet bound by a common heart.

Through...

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The world’s problem can be solved in a day
If everybody would just kneel down and pray
The world’s problem can be solved in a day
If you listen carefully to what I have to say
You twist and...

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I sexualize the smoke clouds 
I anticipate the grief before it grows on me like a hospital bill 
And there's no telling if I won't or will 
If I fill the tank with secrets, will...

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I praise Him with my thoughts,
Bleeding hope and light, gentling
Smiles, wishes burning without regret,
His love is something that I’ll never forget
His love is the wonder that assures the mindset

He is alive – the light, reflecting...

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I make mistakes
No im not perfect
Made some decisions 
That i know were not worth it
I cried about certain things
That i knew could 
Help me for the good
I tried to do things on my own
Not realizing...

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