Long Couches Poems

Date: December  2042

Early afternoon, Damian was 
Busy in his den planning the trip 
To Trinidad. He called CJ first 
To confirm his commitment to
The project. "Hey brother you
Still on for that trip we spoke
About."...

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Richard Mcgeehan Poem

Poetic license I employ
to match inventive
wisdom and witticism
regarding (brother in law of mine 
husband of eldest sister of same)
interspersing, initiating, incorporating
fabrication whenever possible,
and only the subject himself
can discern fact from fiction
and get a...

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https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/the-convergence-of-the-twain/

The Convergence of the Twain
                              ...

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I find it amusing
on this perpetually empowering Election
impassioned Selection EarthDay

To wonder why
we have bedroom communities
and yet not live and thrive communications
for eco-political dialogue,
and not so much partisan
disempowering debate,
against co-empowering green governance,

Why not more nakedly
and transparently...

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Thinking back on my life; My regrets, my past.
I realize how early, I didn't have a chance
My legacy from the beginning... 'I am disgrace'
Mom with "the wood guy", determined my place
Nobody cared, the selfishness taught
Unnoticed...

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Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering,
Beneath the frost’s quick breath.
Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter
Shadowed by trembling winds of December,
Hopeful and happy beneath the jewels of laughing songs,
Inspirations drifting softly...

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As the cases keep rising
The Death toll crawls ever closer
Piercing the peak of the mountain
Toward the stars in the sky
Ready to come crashing down
As they burn out from the arrow's touch.


While the stars burn out...

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WILL YOU?
He takes me on vacation to a resort 
just off the coast of Aruba. The hotel 
room is amazing...everything in it is 
white red and pink. From the 
couches, rugs and comforter on the...

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Our English Rose
by Michael R. Burch

for Christine Ena Burch

The rose is—
the ornament of the earth,
the glory of nature,
the archetype of the flowers,
the blush of the meadows,
a lightning flash of beauty.

This is my translation of ancient...

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( an informal poetic)


So I found it! The very essence of my soul, the eventual becoming 
Of my living form to travel to the unseeable future of everything.
So I found it! Beneath the blankets, beneath...

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Eightynine 
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Main Entry: relieved Function: adjective Date: 1850: experiencing 
or showing relief especially from anxiety or pent-up emotions 
— re•liev•ed•ly  \-ˈlē-vəd-lē\ adverb Relive One entry...

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..............I could write you 
...................poetic images
...............that would make 
............other women drool.
...............Speak of sunsets 
...........wired, computerized 
....................................to 
.....................................P
...................................PU
..............................PULSE
............ ...to the rhythm of
.........your striking features
B............Build you a ladder 
.............from light, that we
..............could climb to the 
..............gates of euphoria.
..............Tell you that they 
.............named it after you 
E..........................Ecstasy.
............I...

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Spending an entire weekend
             with one of your best friends
             ...

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A blank canvas 
an empty stage 
darkness in the primordial 
vacuum of stars and space 
a jug not yet filled 
a reed flute hallow
yearning for the paint 
yearning for the actors
yearning for the light
yearning for...

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Pouring Raindrops by Majid Dodeen

Oh, my fate and soulmate in every trip and travel 
Oh, my beloved and dearest companion in the journey of a lifetime.
Oh, my sweetheart, lifelines, and oxygen when I breathe in...

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How Times Have Changed~

We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass!
Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets.
Mother treated each child as her very own angel creation.
When apart, we pigtailed beauties, actually...

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Strikingly crafty logomaniac presents...
what else... his trademark blatherskite!

While sprawled comfortably
numb upon davenport
Iowa daily dose of poetic mishmash,
thus yours truly couches, kneads, sports...
his imponderable matted
swiftly styled balderdash
noah intent to kindle
potential ark enemy, nor abash

please pardon your
garden...

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I am sitting here alone,
I look around and I see:
The couches you wanted to be here,
Brown leather, brownish auburn leather,
Couches made of a football dream,
Shattered, or a football dream
Imagined;
I see a misplaced shelf, 
Once towering...

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The first big party of the year
Right after the pre-season game
A bunch of juniors and seniors take off
Driving around down the highway.
Pulling up to the designated house
Where the parents aren't at home
They don't know about...

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I wanna state a cardiac arrest for ya chest
Detest your own humidity within humanity, cats rest in vanity
Controlling underground charisma the mic got me checking
Wrecking one image of fame at a time
Cursed vines connecting family...

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So, can you afford this place by yourself?
Yeah, I did the maths.                     
­Okay, I’ll take...

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The toy boxes empty, and yesterday's thrills

                        Are buried together in mountainous...

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One fist in the air 
With a candle in the other
The wax melting status 
Of the lives that were smothered
Lining along with the march
If the cowardice was unseen
Then it was sure 
There was nothing left...

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I've been noticing people without passion; a lost sense of pride, no dignity, no doubt. A plague of the mind which I cannot explain in short time; I suppose we can blame technology or the...

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We sat in clusters, on couches, giggling at the antics of the wild ones, the PP’s.
Aka popular peers, who were dancing with self confidence that oozed into the walls.
The PP’s were gyrating to folksongs, flinging...

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