Long Contort Poems

Joe: "It's 9 a.m., here in Gotham and my partner, Mike and I, have been here since 7 a.m., and we also passed a cow coming over here!"
Mike: "That was no cow sir just a...

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Was the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.

Similar to landslide that in side bare
Before Trento the Adige just smote,
Or for...

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Free Power
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Let my ears deceive me but I hear it, can't bother to drown it out
the taunting laughter at my misery
Fictional should they be but the reality has cleared the camouflage
which hath once shrouded me
Exposed and...

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As I pivot to confront my offspring, I anticipate the sight of terror etched in their innocent eyes, a reflected horror that would mirror the abyssal darkness that has long resided within me.

Instead, I am...

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I feel as lame as a whale without its fins to swim in fine waters
Blue blasphemy break a spirit of slumberless insanity that rips up my poetic loves, likes, unlikes and hates
Debates on TV…flee from...

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Any face of before was there suppressed;
Two and no one the sinner’s wicked face
Was looking; and such way slow pace progressed.

As the green lizard when so strong lambastes
The heat wave of day, then changing the...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and...

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“I fell in love with one whom I believe to be my only soulmate; she showed me the world-- she was my world. And my world was taken from me.
Love stories have never appealed to...

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Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged 
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I...

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Success divided them
Opening up doors 
That should have remained closed
The temptress walked right in
Made herself at home
And conquered what was not hers 
Leaving Sylvia feeling betrayed and alone
Another man leaving her life
She was never given...

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“It’s in there!” 
The frizzy haired woman insisted with mirth in her eye.
“But, how?”
I asked beseechingly.
She gave a mischievous laugh from impish lips in reply 
And then skipped merrily on her way.
The most precious thing...

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I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to...

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The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the 
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson 
night. The pans and pots exchanging strong actions...

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Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part Two 

Martin Luther King creating a path to dessimate discrimination 
An angel earning his wings from an epiphany of prophetic elation 
Listening to Ella Fitzgerald sing while learning a litany of...

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Locked behind a field of stars,
Hidden behind battle scars,
Living only to contend,
What is righteous without end.

Stare profusely at the time
When dreams had matter more sublime
Than existence in a shallow climb

Where hopes are shattered
Made a joke
And...

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Not your last name, not even your age,
You set the scene, I cleared the stage,
And you did give the act of a lifetime,
Twisting matters of the heart, and of the mind,

Telling me lies, never the...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and...

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They taught us young, the fine art of concealment,  
Threads of ideals tightly woven, hard to unbind.  
What is perfection? What is normal?  
These are the whispers we inherit, soaked in like...

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I am a tad late
I guess I bound myself to a date
but I've had my fill of distractions
so here, I'll get straight to the point
while I put on my writing attire
equipped with my writer's cap
and...

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Forty-six cents doesn’t seem like much when looking at the vastness of the universe…
It’s the amount of change you might find in your sofa, in your pocket or at the bottom of your purse.

But the...

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In the heart of darkness, where silence reigns,
Stands a cabin in the woods, where terror remains.
A cursed abode, by nightmares enshrined,
Its walls whisper secrets of a twisted design.

Within its embrace, shadows dance in glee,
As moonlight...

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I soft-swing on the granite face ...
Cuddled close to the cooling stone like a spider,
Sun slithering into the emerald-studded reach to seal the day.
I dig into my hip sack for the last usable piton -
There...

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The last page in the final book of a series
is said to be a cliffhanger
the best part of an exciting adventure...
I feel I may be finished
I feel this may be the final pages
or just another...

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Major depression crept in,
seeped through my defences like smoke,
the devil shimmying off my shoulder,
setting up a nest in my brain-
a puppeteer of despair,
fingers dancing on my strings,
turning thoughts to marionettes
that contort and squirm in shadows,
a...

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