Long Crawling with Poems

I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
    ...

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...and then just as suddenly, constellations appeared in a daytime sky, framed by white pines crawling with multicolored caterpillars.  So from this day forward, they would search the sky for more star pictures. They...

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If you're passing by Soup Creek our peace loving town
Do pay us a visit but wear a big smile not a frown
Our town is open to everybody all colours and creed
But check in your guns...

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When looking into the mind's mirror
All that's found is fear there

Peering into that dark place
Not recognizing the face

Lurking there's the daemon, the monster
Yet some still see what they once were
Standing way off on a distant...

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There is a crooked fork in Hinchmen Road,
Where ghosts are often present,
gathered around the beating post,
of a frightened female peasant.
Hinchmen Road is nowhere near,
any worldly destination.
One wrong turn and you'll disappear,
into a ghostly recreation.
Two centuries...

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HOME. By Ted Bundy

There is a place not far from here where purple maggots are the size of deer, pink frogs are there wearing bowties  and hats, now put your hands together for the...

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not in the heart again
for chrissakes it's like Swiss cheese
decoffinated please I'm a yet ambulatory zombie
off his medication as usual
alternatives to logic 101 with Prof. Spike
far too much work for a dead end
saw his only...

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You know, it is rather difficult to discuss mental health  
The simile of the racing thoughts is a swift flight 
Swift, and Intrepid like an Arabian horse,  
Sometimes, too hard to decipher, even....

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Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,
I wander, head hung low,
staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts
Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath 
my worn out sneakers,
black and white crushing beige
in slow fashioned footprints of blistered...

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ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE DEATH
OF A PARAMOUR
How many faces shroud
A paramour ?
One, two, more!
He was vibrant
Man hood with veins and vines
Gushing passion
Historicity
Genetic thread bestowed
Chewing wild passions
Bit by bit
Anaconda devouring tender deer
Deliciously.
Adolescent love
Infatuations
Treacherous;
And on by virtue...

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A season of storms we weathered
Fought against the waves of rain
Tried to build our own shelter
With what we had left
Scattered all around us
Only for it to be blown away
Leaving us naked
Exposed to the elements
Shivering from...

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I feel so strange these days
Hollow
Disembowelled
As if the core of me had been ripped out by invisible hands
And scattered to the wind like desert dust
I am like a ghost
I drift – wraith-like – through the...

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Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,
I wander, head hung low,
staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts
Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath 
my worn out sneakers,
black and white crushing beige
in slow fashioned footprints of blistered...

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You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company? 

You, who are so sleek and slender, humming...

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Who said:
"You don't realise what you've got, till it's gone."

In your absence I despise silence,
when you're gone loneliness visits,
but his friendship, I do not desire.

An empty scent circulates in the room.
Air is cold and crisp,...

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The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
 
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction, a land of...

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Under the wrought iron arch and gateway
crawling with both wild and deep red creepers
complimented by evergreens.
The fall colors are splendid.

Most of the flowers are giving way 
to the chill, and the swans are graceful and...

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"A House In New Orleans" Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane

Walking down Bourbon Street I stopped at the 1850 house to see it for myself. The French Quarter is rich with historic homes...homes with fully furnished decorations and...

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beware the enemy who can
fart your national anthem
it was a mob scene at the microphone
kill him kill him they laughed
nobody wanted to miss the show
a perfect blend of pandemonium and bliss
sound bites took their ears...

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We're furry and coloured grey, brown, or black
Be-whiskered and sleek and reeking of fat
We'll squeeze through a hole, a gap, or a crack
For rotting flesh or dry bones to gnaw at

Four-legged dealers of lingering death
Malodorous...

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When life gives you lemons you can make lemonade
You seem pretty happy with the choices you've made
You think that life is a simple cup of tea?
Well tell me this, do you see what I see?

I...

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My once precious flower,
Your fragrance has plateau:
The beetles lurking in the dark,
and crawling with the thrust 
of the wind when it’s light
are mischievous, and they have
no love within their hearts.

Enveloping the essence of
your core, and...

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When the ancient goes wild 
Our hotel in Porto was at the highest point
although we had been promised a room downtown we
didn’t have to walk so far, s then I had paid in advance
across the street...

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I lost me in the Middle of the night
 Drunken with stars  and moonlight,
Crawling with the grass and dews,
A whining radio beside, and
Withered white roses on the table,
With crippled papers here and there,
Showing your...

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On Halloween Night - Hell’s Gate

Hell’s Gate, a misshapen, naturally occurring stone arch,
Towering over a smelly stagnant stream,
Scary, eerie, and darkly foreboding;
Not so inviting, crawling with creepy ghostly trees
That sprouted twisted thorns resembling the Devil’s...

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