Long Croaks Poems

“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just a Shell"


Heaven for Her existed in The Dream
She called Her...

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Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural croaks, slow-wheeling above      
 ...

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A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: I            (810 of 1487 words)

#1: A Day...

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I took the only seed of hope
for any future healthy Truffula Trees,
but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance
we are all born co-redeemers,
not addictively incubating extractors.

Ours is not to commodify 
what we could not recreate
for its sufficient...

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When participating in a HealthCare Future Search,
you are invited
to explore a personal timeline
as well as a global timeline
of critical healthcare events
in your past,
present,
and future.

HealthCare personal and political
and nurture-investment learning
begins early and ubiquitously
for new born and...

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My mirror breaks, I pick up a shard,

But find it bizarre that all I see is nothing but scars, 

My veins filled with black tar, shaking, beaten and starved,

I carve your name to my arm,...

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Brackish-gurgling days that
Unobtrusively slid along
Past tussock grass and curled up 
Balls of Fern...
Glued tightly onto structured vanes
Of outstretched frond.
Venerable Mosses reciting epic tales,
Measured throughout Metronomical 
Strains,
Chanting methodically in harmonious
Downturn - 
Wherein contained: 
Foreboding dialects delivered...

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I am born into the Calvagna family, a weak frail child. 

At the age of three I tell my mother I will be a hero someday. She weeps holding me closely. 

In late August everyone...

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Our prison is strong,
And made stronger still,
By men who work to break the hour,
And till,
One reaps, and the other sows their will-

Here the abyss harvests,
All of passions power-
To build each brick, cell, prison, tower,
Keeping each...

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There is a lovely town l know of called Habitat Bay
Where the residents are of the animal kind
Living together in harmony
A community supportive and aligned

Duck is the towns only doctor
A beloved doctor to all indeed
Many...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-


We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in...

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Being noble is good and desirable.
Goodness is pleasant and noble virtue.
When one is good and pleasant. It’s also true 
He should be praised in manner most noble.

Praise,good and pleasurable experience,
Shames me for I beg for...

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While waiting but not watching for the sun to set, perhaps the bullfrogs are creating the shadows with their croaks, my friend screams out because he has been bitten by a fly. He is not...

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Dragon found a Fairy Ring and quickly jumped inside! Heaven Forbid!
Dancing round and round, he suddenly disappeared. Yes! He surely did!
As he disappeared I knew that trouble would without doubt, now ensue.
So I blew out...

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From Loneliness to Linkages

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Seduce me in Black and White
You reach toward my face
and touch my lips
Tracing the slightly raised pink curve of them
gently - lightly - before
the urge to kiss me seizes the opportunity
Surrealistic sensations immortalize
as our lips...

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Plague of lies,
froggy croaks untrue
Swarm of flies
surround Capitol dungHills
Infectious hope buzz kill:
Leftover piles of shill legislative bills
that don’t do  do right

There should be no nose mystery,
stink of deceit fills the land

Brown lip locust wings
avarice...

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A veil of mist blankets the river, slowly drifting over its banks as the moon ghosts silently 
behind thin dark clouds.  A frog croaks and after awhile a cricket answers. A soft ker-plunk 
echoes...

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He’s gone.
	Just like that.
Poof.
	I walk home,
My head filled with Kyle.
	I miss him and,
A stupid letter,
	Won’t compensate, 
For the fact,
	That he’s gone.
I live in a slanted house.
	That needs serious repainting,
Steps that bend with every stride,
	And needs...

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Unkempt, bedraggled,
Pushing her life before her
In a tatty shopping trolley,
Covered in a dirty duvet.
She moves around the town,
Slowly, 
Head down,
Hugging the walls and side alleys,
Trying to be inconspicuous.

One day with curious concern, I approach.
"Hello, how...

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Wistful ferns, mossy stumps, crumbling
Rotting away, hesitating…
Beneath the shadows of old oaks,
Weathered gray coats, skin
Wrinkled and archaic, ancient
Wise as the liquid voice of creeks
Sighing and breathing out
Echoes of peace, serenity, grace
Praising with the stream of...

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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do,  vamp gear and  rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another...

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Our God who lives, flows in the waters,
tumbles in rivers, and drifts in snows,
flashes as silver from shoals of fish,
darts in darkness round rugged rocks,
blooms afresh as showers bring flowers 
with fresh aromas for bugs...

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Our God who lives, flows in waters,
drifts in clouds and glows in snow,
flashes silver fish in shallows,
darts in darkness round the rocks,
blooms afresh as showers bring flowers,	
freshens scent for bugs and bees.	
Here we live together...

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