Long Cribs Poems

"Monsters in My Head"



the small gods
inside of us
worry too much

they speak in tongues
that never know the 
depth of what is real or not 

for tongues 
they never think
they just have a taste for blood

trading gossip...

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Year  August 2036

Molly started contractions about 
40 minutes before Dolly they
Were both rushed to the
Hospital in separate ambulances
There was a family Gathering 
with both families at the
Hospital. This was a momentous 
Event unlike the...

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Hotest July in Damian's 
Memory. Mallory began having 
Labor pains at 7:30am.  
Damian drove her and Delilah 
To Magnum Medical Hospital 
Center.  She was in Labor for
2 hours before she was given 
Pain...

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We're okay, okay?
God is awesome
I must-must pray 
I am - should I say this? - handsome
I have low self-esteem issues 
Nothing new...listening to my muses of blues
Without having any clues...
That I'm in the similar shoes...

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The year ends on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine 
and obstructed efforts 
to throw them a lifeline 

They ought to have long halted
this ethnic cleansing 
of the indigenous inhabitants
Stop the cruel bombardment
of their...

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Himalayan  Trip-Trap

They poured in,  before the deluge
To surpass the natives in numbers
folks in their  cribs -through-hearse  stages, 
trusting like kids,  a burnished sky,  blue-white, 
a cocktail of the wrong...

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These chariots, for another moment, for another day, coming, to prepare the way
As leviathan called to Venus, and Mar's smile, fell
From the hand of God, who's eyes like fire, burned
Glaring at the evils twisted smirk,...

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Surrender, sweet Madonna, softly moaned, 
In the luscious bud the atoms groaned; 
Skin incandescent, hiding one 
Most beautiful, euphoric son.

Then laughing, knowing, out of sight 
Beneath the purple roof of night, 
Beneath a behemoth umbrella...

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Beauty of December
Cause weather is calm and cool
When good friends remember,
About vinyl from the spool.
Joys of Santas’s goodies
When we were small back then,
Mother and her cookies
Six men wiser than a pen.
No sweets sold in market
Mother...

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Night has stretched its star filled blanket over the little town of Bethlehem
Crickets singing in harmony, orchestrated by the breeze, rustling wheat stems
Shepherds are watching over their flocks
Captivated by the beauty of the full moon...

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Believe it or not, their ubiquitous webs
Are everywhere; they are the dictators
Who kidnap, maim, torture and kill teachers,
Poets, ordinary folks and babies in their cribs.
They rob and ransack innocent citizens,
Steal elections and after a lifetime...

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“colore nero”



When the colour
was sucked out 
of our breath

our worlds 
waited for 
3

ecstatic 
prophecy 
Taigi

we 
turned 
our backs

waiting 
like zombies
in long lines

we returned home
closed ourselves in 
waited in our cribs

for our 
curtains to call
black ball...

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The Dolphins in the sea dear Lord, they dance for You

They dance for You, I know they do....

Trees which sway in the breeze their rejoicing, as they bow

Calling Your name as they bow, to You...

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WOULD IT SURPRISE YOU 

Would it surprise you; that 8 million children go missing, per year
Even if you didn’t know this, now that you do, do any of you care

8 Million; a no small number,...

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The Dolphins in the sea dear Lord, they dance for You

They dance for You, I know they do....

Trees which sway in the breeze their rejoicing, as they bow

Calling Your name as they bow, to You...

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At the foot uv Pikes Peak sprawls the old minin' town uv Cripple Creek.
They wuz nigh on fifty-thousand folks thar when minin' wuz at its peak!
Ol' Bob Womack, a cowpoke, struck gold in Poverty Gulch...

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Of all the minin' camps in old Colorady, the town of Tin Cup was truly,
With all its gamblin' halls, brothels and sleazy saloons the most unruly!
'Tis said that Jim Taylor dipped his tin cup in...

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Love and truth and beauty…we are constantly searching for their signs…
until we learn the subtle art of reading between the lines.

In our cribs…lying on our backs is most likely the very first place 
we learn...

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July is the month of monsoon rains in our part of the land when there will be incessant downpour and flooding in coastal areas and low lying lands 

In the vast expanse up so high,
In...

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(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post as I have many comments on it . I thank...

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Down the rabbit hole I'm falling
Can't you hear the voices calling
From the darkness Creeping, crawling
Insanity, absurdity
A new day dawning
Judgements pending, Sins atoning
Wicked people and Lost souls roaming
Picked apart And tortured slowly
Only to remain Lost and...

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Down the rabbit hole I'm falling
Can't you hear the voices calling
From the darkness Creeping, crawling
Insanity, absurdity
A new day dawning
Judgements pending, Sins atoning
Wicked people and Lost souls roaming
Picked apart And tortured slowly
Only to remain Lost and...

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Where will you be when the trumpet sounds

When the call comes with an 
amazing surprise
A shout is heard by all who leave 
these grounds
And all the dead and alive in Christ 
shall arise
How will you...

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Now I'm not the kind of guy
used to luxury or wealth
fancy "cribs" as they now
call them (ain't that ridiculous?)
the only luxury I've tasted
is on TV with Robin Bleach...
or in brief stays on vacation
where I liveed...

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(I wonder why I can't enter this poem in the contest. It is not figuring in the list of poems. Can anyone help me, please..... Has this happened to anybody before)

The naked hills are clad...

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