Long Cuds Poems

BREAKING THE SILENCE : NO MORE

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Glass shattered a
Saturday afternoon tea ~

Silence holds steady
black fleeced momentum 
for its own ripping
when lightning as whipping 
fire from Heartbeat of
Sun slashes its Void
loudness to tumble...

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My Lords an adjournment is 
Called for...
All my retire;
But holding foremost in your
Thoughts,
I beseech ye,
Thee impudent countenance of
This most ardent denier.
Therefore heed me,
I caution all ye present,
Thou shall not disband;
Moreover, to reassemble at any
Sudden instance...

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Her grand gals axed her one time
How did hers ever gits a date
Her done went ta a all gals school
Theys wudn't let no boys in
Ut makes me's won ders 
Yep ut sure do

Theys at that...

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When I miss you
I bake the ashes of burnt photos
of you when I've given up lies
I chew memories of you like bittersweet cuds,
mix it up with my tears
to paint the tragedies of a war
that never...

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The crescent moon and sunlight consumed by the moon’s fullness.
The violin violates the quiet and quaint acquaintance of an eyeful.

The cow, with its rudimentary cuds, could only curse the night.
The bull will not croon its...

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I saw an ogling eye whispering at me
We were at the anthill of a dried a night
Like a duck in a thunderstorm

I drawled before her wet lips
She inserted her passion into my clay, dangling my...

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The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe,
Contains recordings of my utmost gaffes,
The other, mocks!  (Thank God that there are Two!)

Within the front room (where Critics, cuds chew)
Are played the scenes where everybody...

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I come to visit you first each day, before the morning dawn;
In Summer its but a short stroll, across the dewy lawn;
When the dark icy winds of winter, chill the heart and bones;
The light and...

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Petrachan {Italian} Sonnet

A crash of thunder flashes through the night
while streaks of light illume the dreamer's farm.
He lies in slumber, not aware of harm,
fatigued from labor and the day's delight
of barnyard scene where roosters preen...

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We have been shot
And left to die!
Will let us?

But you wonder
''Who shot them?''

Yes, we have been shot
Shot!
By Poverty!!!

It shot us!
It is shooting us!
Will you let it
Shoot and kill us?

It is a robber
It came
Suddenly,
Like the Christ's...

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The morning is fair and without compare;
desire to escape commotion in motion.
With apologies to Frost, but I’m lost
in sylvan idyll; my thoughts to distil.
I should have turned left or maybe the cleft
ignored as the bend...

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in the surreal solemnity of nature

	a solemn ant colony
	passes in a funeral-like
	procession
	carrying bits of crumbs
	and one of their own…

	a lone ballooning spider
	ceases his kiting
	and hovers in mid-air…

	hanging from its button
	a chrysalis evicts
	its metamorphosed tenant…

	across the...

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Shall I liken you to a leg of lamb?
You are more toothsome than marrow bone.
Though cuds do crop in Jersey cow and ram,
And all have great fondness for spam and prawn.
On winters cusp, hot roast...

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Kooky cow,short- horned with humped back from east,
Thick white furs spotted like the jungle beast,
Your long brownish-black tail drives off the flies,
Thanks! O` egret for picking off  its lice.

Slow chewing of cuds deep into...

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