Long Dabbled Poems

They came from as far a way as New York and Dallas Texas. The class of 1981 wasn't a large class, it was the very first class of a very very private school. Their school,...

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s...

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The Beast smirked, horns quivering ...
"You know you want to", he said, nodding toward the hills
There, above a dark, gaping wound of earth, Página Sagrada shone.
A sheer, white marble face of mountain, it shamed all...

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All things that glow and move,
all things that change and pass,
I gather their delight
as in a burning-glass;
Judith Wright

The Queen's Conjurer
1.
'Given to magic and uncanny arts'
'Art mathematical' to make strange works
 Genius of movement artificial
Mechanical scarab...

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Though a Democrat, I play the devil's advocate...

after reading the article
(published in the July + August 2024
issue of Mother Jones)
titled Raging bull - Donald Trump's
pugilistic spokesman has taken
campaigning to a whole new level of low.

Beyond...

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PROLOGUE:

For what's in a name,
That Shakespeare untamed,
A lyric gained fame,
But when it became,
A different ball game,
For one who's insane.

Yet if twin Yanks say 'Gogh' , 'tis equivalent
might meant, to be, like 'goes',
Dutch disagree, cite, annunciation,
could...

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Decades of art, and some as oil paintings, 
whereat, had most work made in just the last two years.
Persuades the heart, of similar taste, seems,
fair that, Van Gogh's work may be the best than of...

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When first we met ,your eyes' deep longing 
And the hunger in my heart  drew us
Together.
So sensuous and sinuous were you 
Setting my whole being atingle ,alight
And aflame.
My voice quivering  with your eager...

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So many people on social media and in my life continuely tell me Jesus and God God and Jesus,  they'll always love you if u just praise them and keep praying. You keep Talking...

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Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate

(alternately titled: a retrospective review 
randomly selecting an outdated poem 
stored within Apple icloud queue
methinks ye might might savor preview

regarding general overview
how yours truly dabbled 
with words where new
sense...

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Heavy is my soul
its hard to breathe
i tore out the bricks of the fire place
and in the room prior
i ripped up dirty magazines
crupling protsest
so the witches and voices and gods 
would forgive me

I've cried for...

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Inside each of us, three entities exist.
It has nothing to do with having a tryst.
There’s a triangle consisting of the I, the YOU
And the SELF.   By the way,  I’m sure this is...

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In the Darkness

In the darkness, I have roamed with unseen obstacles in my path. Some I have stumbled over and some have knocked me down. Some have taunted me and put fear in my heart....

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...When we heard of his loss we took it hard,
at first it was very hard to believe,
and it made me double my efforts to
moderate my own debauchery.

But within a year it all began again,
this time...

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When I was young, about four or five,
I decided to jump off the real high dive.
My mom said I’d get hurt, she tried to say no,
of course I took the plunge, and my face took...

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Not long ago when the summers seemed warmer and the winters were whiter. When the trees grew crown of leaves bright, a transparent green. Then tossed them to the ground for a little while. In...

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John Denver Poetry Contest
Anthony Biaanco


Gathered around a campfire
Folks sing, clap, and dance
Take me home on country roads
Rocky Mountain high
High above an eagle circles
A passing deer pauses
Other critters awaken
To listen to John Denver
... sing 
... of...

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GOD STEPPED IN THE WAY

I was running down the highway of my sin unto my doom,
And the outcome from my choices was a life of endless gloom.
I had wandered into darkness from the light of...

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The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators 
And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests 
Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail
Of a sultry midsummer house party in...

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Le Squirrel Sat For Le Painter

His canvass set
And oils based,
He zeroed onto her providence.
His lips miming
Rhode Island here
Big Apples there.
She scowled her impatience.
Her eyes dismissing his.
Although,
Him noting her dark chocolates,
Sweet looking,
Cloaked as balls of fire,
And...

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This is the latest news about some enterprising individuals...
Making their reputations with a big bang while others slumber..

Presumably amateurs for they dabbled with fire crackers...
Theirs was an outrageous act of crime that was no laughing...

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Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the...

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The witches of Backwater were two sisters who,
Never caused harm or concern.
One lived in the swamp well away from the town,
The other chose wages to earn.

She taught the town's children as local school marm,
Reading and...

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Every once in a while, especially on holidays, I find myself wandering through my memory museum - rattling doors and fishing through those virtual hallways. That’s where I found ‘Father Lucas,’ last night, back from...

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Continued From:
7. Catherine McCarty
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195847 

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No one knows anything about the boys' father or whether they shared the same one.
Did he/they die or abandon the family? Your guess is as good as anyone's.
Catherine was a...

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