Long Copiously Poems

By Stanley Collymore

At first I wasn’t in the least interested in you. 
But then, why should I be? You, after all, 
are an unmarried and out-of-work mum 
just turned 23 and, additionally and 
quite evidently...

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My Halloween party was in full swing. I had gone all out this year and rented an old crumbling, reputed-to-be haunted mansion for the evening's Dionysian festivities, and all the invited guests were present and...

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Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead

Eyes sadly deprived 
See not the panorama
of pursuing cloud shapes
that conceal a frivolous...

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For long, I had enjoyed solving assorted puzzles, and difficult riddles, too,
For they entertain and stimulate an eager mind, as myriad stars often do.

From years of solving, I'd grown adept, as green river, that knows...

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A BLOCKBUSTER A POETRY DIVA!
Introduction please::
Through the eyes of a Spiritual Healer, sees Oblivion Dark Sunshine.
Visionary to her purpose, her life dances.
She is in search of the ultimate right; nom de plume is her name.
Her...

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The Bandits Rendezvous
By Franklin Price
9/1/2019

Once upon, a Far East time, in nineteen sixty eight
The GEEIA squad made history on a non-remembered date
The plan had come together to build a club house new
When it was completed,...

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Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms; 
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams. 

Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint...

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OPEN BOOK 

I want to read her..  
From front to back...
From up to down... 
From cover to cover... 
I want to read her.....  
I want to read her eyes.
While I discover every thought in her...

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I was in my sins being seemingly without hope and saving
But God the Father granted me His son Jesus endless mercies grace
Now I am clean completely copiously more or less
quite perfectly wholly repented, renewed heavenly...

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Somewhere in our misused-contrused essential self lives a malignant cogent cabaret of simul castrated away ills stranded contrivances depleted of furtive 
psychosocial datatrums that copiously under dictate a nil nemesis never-ending sickening's over black compliance...

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11/5/19
"Beyond the Poetry"

Grew up on country roads that were dusty
And bumpy
When I was a dummy
My life was crummy
Experienced it first hand, didn't just study
Life's a trip and at times rather funny
But it also got rather...

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I have
no tears in my eyes,
no sorrow in my sighting,
no faded mood in my face

I am not hungry
my body is not emaciated
I go to gym every day
I have no lack of clothing and foods
I enjoy...

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Freedom to display one’s unwashed teeth
Exhibiting the whole thirty-two,
Even as others with anger seethe 
And the keenest insults on one rain, too.
	
Voice to broadcast one’s HIV-Status
Before it’s public discovery
Or befriending some consoling circus
And waiting for...

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Sunrise
Sun rays lavishly surrounding
Emphatic in fact FANTASTIC!
Oh My GOD!
I'M joyous!

Completely clear 
Clearing the air with happiness
Happiness is delicious
Oh boy! What a joy!
COPIOUSLY  CLAIRVOYANT

Non-fictitious it's all real
There are no underhanded deals.
I've come of age.
Turn the...

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At the darkest hour of night
Before night shadows
Steal across the wall of darkness
Into the welcoming hands of dawn;
As with defecting soldiers
At Korea's demilitarized zone
With my spoke,
I stoked the fire
Sending it's glamorous flame
Spiraling, hissing, revolving and...

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Lissome, silhouette shadow
Gliding the long winding stairs
Iridescent gown changing glows
Flowing, silky bright black hair

Breezy, damp cold but warms
Fresh, sweet fragrant perfumes
Lingering aura full of charms
Scent of a flower in bloom

Head with jeweled, ornate crown
Standing firmly...

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Just ahead down the road a way
Queen Anne rides her florid carriage 
tossing lacy garments out the window 
frilly-white landing by the roadside

The carriage of course is pulled by mares
clicking their hooves like they were...

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Diary Notes

Rising very early from my bed this morning
I’m stunned to see my days glowing with 
The sun’s ray’s
I draw closer to pick my Bible which lies underneath
My pillow
I read copiously from the scriptures
And pray...

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When I see people with dull contentment
Lulled by pathetic and placid satisfaction
Forget to fight the wrongs heaped on them
I feel very much agitated and uncomfortable.	

When I see people making merry with glee
Immersed in their own...

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An un-fairie queene
from an unchivalrous tale
lumping and clumping
off beaten tracks
down beaten ones
so beaten
that they click and crack
criss-crossed with crabgrass
so tall that it looks
like some fiendish crag
it crassly sticks to soles
and copiously 
feasts on clothes
not only...

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Life, in the cruelty of morning light,
Is a strand of copper blond hair
With auburn roots, asleep on a pillow.

Are you waiting for the snail mail
To bring you the implant
That will explode in your head?

Or will...

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Faces feign, flaunt many a mask, strange 
Countless veils, copiously cunning range,
In mighty terror still
Truth mirrors with own will,
Chameleons camouflage, feign a change,
One may hide behind mask—
Unequal to the task,
But lemon can be lime nor...

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My beloved Coroline, 
her spirit lies in myrtle grove ;
shrouded in white, 
no inch , or millimeter does she move,
Oh my sweet Coroline.

My beloved Coroline, 
Forgotten if I were to be, in agony so dire
to...

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My Santa sack was filled with poop
To many this news ain’t a scoop
I’ve perfected the art
How to write about fart 
I've posted about them on soup

I’ll divulge about Aunty Mable
who eats sprouts whenever she’s able
she...

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All proper properly 
educated to the top 
examples how to be
and I am not

Spacious placing 
rhythm in a ribbon
at present praising 
God’s given present 

Silent approval credited
in my head it is
it is until edited
when I...

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