Long Cusses Poems

The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
The whalebone corset dug into the body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of the incoming...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
A whalebone corset dug into my body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touches the pane
of dearly brought glass it vibrates with the hoof-beat of riders.
The...

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High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of incoming...

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She sits on the floor arms wrapped around her ankles.
By a thread of hope, she dangles.
Tears run from her eyes endlessly.
Nobody can stop her from breaking.
Her breathing gets ragged and troubled.
No matter what her problems...

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She is the scarlet woman
Accused and tried
Made to wear shame as a veil
To be prejudiced by the society
Somehow I wonder if soceity is wrong
She is a whore, an adultress 
A witch who deserves no pity...

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The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree,
Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see,
Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway
A-makin' toys for girls...

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There she was moments before
she flew away from the snare
in your arms a songless owl.

Strewn pictures on the floor, half-hearted
sketches of her face, her forgotten
velvet shawl with a cheap cologne that is priceless to your...

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There she was moments before
she flew away from the snare
in your arms a songless owl.

Strewn pictures on the floor, half-hearted
sketches of her face, her forgotten
velvet shawl with a cheap cologne that is priceless to your...

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He was a lyricist
Who wrote his words down on toilet paper, paper towels, or torn up  cardboard boxes
Just jotting down writing on anything that’s lying around
Always had/has pen or pencil in his hair
Always jotting...

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Because of how it happened - with a bunch of people watching - I can offer ample proof it actually did occur,
But had she done it privately, with no one else to hear - everyone...

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Worldly or other worldly medical possessive pronouns 
Dance fire glow orange on white but darkened ceilings.
Frozen water per-cusses and abuses shaped glass structures.
Hand to mouth is how the birds eat.
Hand to foot disease spreads like...

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The Angry Seashore

The Angry Seashore
Sneering at oil rigs.
Cusses and waves frantically -
Fearing tomorrow.


Written for the "OIL SPILLED OUT ANGER!" contest
FORMAT: Free Verse the since slam is no longer an accepted form for use on Poetry...

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We are the angel and devil on someone’s shoulder.
We are fire and ice.
We are natural enemies.
We were not in gods design.
We were never meant to be,

 but...

Opposites attract.

And that is what makes our love so...

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Yesterday I would have cried an ocean over you,
Hell knows I did on many occasion,
Tired and alone from you non-existent love.

Last night I cried a stream, 
It ran down  my vacant expression,
Rolled off my...

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He drops the tailgate on that old GMC truck
using it as a makeshift workbench
He tinkers with an old icemaker 
determined to bring it back to it's former glory
He whistles an old country tune as he...

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From morning to dawn my hands stretch to strangers,
getting rain, the wind, and a few pennies. My begging bowl's
weight is light, making me wish that my heart was that light,
with less burdens to carry.
I have...

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Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups.
Booze-hounds doze
over imaginary throbbing bikes,
their noses tucked into studded chests.

A thick thighed woman whoops
and cusses for no apparent reason,
adjusts her rocking bar-stool,
squirms while cajoling with a low-cut.

“Give her a long...

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Death.....
Tastes so sweet
Wish I was there
And not here
I slit my wrists
But I'm still here
I'm still living
I overdose
But I only slept
Went to slit my throat
Only to drop the blade
I'm still here
With nowhere left to go
He hits...

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My friend has a woman,
She’s gorgeous and mean.
What comes from her mouth,
Is mostly obscene.
He brings her to parties
She drinks till she’s drunk.
Flirts with men, cusses women
Then leaves in a funk.
She spends all his money
On booze,...

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(This is a fictional poem)

My son makes Dennis the Menace look like Opie Taylor.
He has the manners of a tyrant and the mouth of a sailor.
He's only eight years old and he uses the F...

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She loves the ballparks,
and goes to Symphany halls.
She loves God but not religion.
She cusses and curses,
gets drunk on sailors,
yet her heart’s an open daisy.

In Kentucky they call her
‘darlin’,
In West Virgina
they call her ‘darlin’,
in Tennessee, they...

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