Long Cuff Poems

The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that...

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They weren’t thinking things all the way through as I weren’t able 
They took me for granite and used me in the wrong way possible 
I need some reassurance tonight to get through this plight...

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Free Power
                                 ...

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Walking down the alley behind the buildings on Royal street the Mandevilla and Jasmine vines line the sidewalk calming my stressed nerves.  The sweet fragrance of the flowers intoxicating my senses.  My luggage...

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                      I
 Remember when days were long
   and all de children do...

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I Love You, Daddy
                        ( Previous title has been changed!)


Golly! I do...

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Date:  September  2049

Late morning was nothing except 
Family objectives investments and
Some preoccupations. Damian was 
On Skype conversation with CJ 
Julius Franky-Joe and cousin Domonic.
Damian introduced the experiment.
"Family let me know now inform me
Brothers....

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The People from Those ****-Hole Countries

The people from “those” ****-Hole countries, eh??
Really?? Really?? You don’t say?? I didn’t know that!!
 
This is a recent stream of consciousness comment, which
constitutes a new low in the American...

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Peter (my bf) and I were in Paris, about three weeks ago (I was on Spring break, he was on vacation from work).
‘Headstart for Happiness,’ by ‘the Style Council,’ was playing low somewhere.
“This is the...

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Gentlemen,  behold, the wild yet curious Laurentia, an unexplored beauty,
Welcome to Utica, Latifundium Africanus Magnus
I am Titus, the overseer of this plantation wherein sweat will pay and you will stay
learn your tasks as a...

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(To the Spartan Queen) 

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra via
Mi inoltrai in una selva oscura
  
‘They drive horses down this hill’ 
She said, 
‘They take them to drink down there, that pool, there’ 
She...

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Convalescence of Richard McGeehan

Spouse of my eldest sister
marital bond fixed in place
strong as mortise and tenon,
he hales of hearty Irish stock
genes of said septuagenarian
analogous to pith and marrow
wrought courtesy divine providence.

At present aforementioned brother in...

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Carson Elkund moved slowly through the town,
his eyes darted about, looking around,
looking for trouble he knew was out there,
he was wanted by many, and moved with care.

He had bounties aplenty on his head,
the papers claimed...

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I am alone with my thoughts. My head is down, which keeps me unaware of my surroundings. I avoid eye contact. In this moment of discomfort, I sit in silence. I hide like a recluse...

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Amélie Beth Harris-McGeehan

December first 2020 equals
thee above named sibling
whereby she completed
LXIII earth orbits around the sun
therefore incumbent upon me
(cuz yours truly to wish happy birthday

at receiving end of much largesse)
to wax poetic regarding beloved sister,
which...

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It wasn’t that she was the only woman
in the group, that mingled precariously
beneath the bronze figure, or her classic
stance, when placing immaculately the
newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly
breached, but more her opulent style, her
contrast of...

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(Continued from Bill's side 10“)
     
    "Never  mind that. I know you well enough to know you know what you’re doing. 
Just stick with me and keep...

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I believe that poetry is and of is was were have has been of as one pretenses a 
poetic practical pompous, pro  (p) ransomedramatical  postenses
pretending to prose promise a 
predictive premise primatory practicum...

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Kneeling in the median, crying, crying, what have I done?
Oh the pain, the pain wishing the past was undone.
I have no hope for my wretched life, now that I am alone.
The horror of a dying...

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Elegy on the Death of Vicente Aleixandre, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Elegia en la muerte de Vicente Aleixandre

(Born in 1923, Carlos Bousono, a renowned prize-winning Spanish poet and eminent theoretician on the aesthetics...

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walk inside my mind to a journey deep inside
personifications of laughter filter through the caverns
alone I bask in the vast expanse between that of space and time
there is a river with lava beside its strange...

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Some are lucky to never experience the HURTS 
    that I had to endure I never got to be a child
      I grew older and older after...

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I don't belong or get along, my ways are different from the rest
as hard as I try it just does not fly, I can never pass that standardized test 
I cannot figure on whom to...

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Would you march in haste 

A mountains tapering side

Or defy the abyss of an oceans

Infuriated tide,

And to exist for I only

When affairs volunteer so rough

Then I’d believe it’s true to state

That this is surely LOVE…………………

...

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Life is never a planned ride
      on a magical carpet,
that awakens jasmine
dreams lost in the brisk air.
We weave our own 
zest of zephyr, 
to tailor-stitch a tapestry;
   ...

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