Long Crazing Poems

No Lossers Are Left

No losers are left;
Seems like Trump has found them all;
Exist on his staff.

Jim Horn

How is that for a Horn Haiku for you
to read through like all poets would
want to do?


President was not...

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Dark angels dance overhead
Storm clouds swirl within my head
Smiles are the veils of hidden thoughts
Tormented souls question not what is not

Ile St Louis, a swamp of nighttime beasts
Where soon poets shall roam
All that changed, the...

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A DIFFERENT EYE 
(When I Think of David Bowie)

When I think of David Bowie, 
every song he sung was showy.
He was sinewy, not doughy, 
cause the white stuff was so blowy.  

Yet his music...

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A battered life,
The shedding of a thousand tears,
Love wasn't an option for me anymore.
The thought of suicide drove through my mind, 
Crazing me to not give a care about myself,
Or how I exposed myself to...

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Like a farmer whose furrowed fields lie pregnant
	yet parched in the sun, 
I search the line that marries earth to sky
	for the faintest slip of white, 
A sign that moisture gathering in those depths
	might offer...

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It's just a small crack
 much like the one in the Old Liberty Bell
but here it is again growing,
 in the torch of Lady Liberty's hand;
like any crack first made
 it tends to grow and...

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“My dark feelings”
The darkness is magnificent,
The light is nearly drowned.
The feeling to go on in life,
before the breaking sound.
Tears always fall,
From my face,
And always there to stay,
and how hard i try to move on.
It seem...

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Boundless streams the river . . . 

Boughs shake under tears of eden 
  trembles close  ever shall she take 

Fire on the causeway embers spark my seams 
   stoking skylight's...

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