Long Darren Poems

Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of him. The evil-bishop places them under a...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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The Poets Duel


I consider myself the poet
Of historic love affairs
Not the Romeo and Juliette’s we all know
The ones mirrored in lesser history of lore
Like Heloise and Abelard
I was the king of this poetic style

Then came...

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Look out lads here we come
Couple of wild girls out for fun
Perfect hair and makeup's fine
Brand new perfume, we smell divine
Skin tight jeans, mini skirts and skimpy knickers
Can't wait for the party its theme is...

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Eric’s revitalised me and my home 
Over his body my fingers would roam
He’s great at fixing and gluing
Expert at banging and screwing
I’m so happy that I sparkle like chrome

All my friends are pretty jealous of...

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I move my hurtful head and stare forlorn
Over my non-existing boundary,
Where past is seen and future laughs decayed.
Here language is an unwelcome guest,
In stillness awkward, clean environment.
My eyes stay empty, yet insist and glare
Through looks...

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Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning
I'm living the dream.
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh 
When landing on my chest from nowhere 
Came an exquisite butterfly. 

The...

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Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning 
I'm living the dream. 
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh 
When landing on my chest from nowhere 
Came an exquisite...

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Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning
I'm living the dream.
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh 
When landing on my chest from nowhere 
Came an exquisite butterfly. 

The...

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SECOND DRAFT

quite a shame, try to treat love like a game,
mother never said -- ya could of been bolder
only thing left you got’s cold, your icy shoulder
come on like an avalanche, snap like a tree...

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Soldiers marched, upright and ready
Bayonet's pointed, their hand at the steady
The town folk feared what was at hand
They were simple folks, working the land

The soldiers carted away those who could work
On trains they went, when...

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The day was long and she was spent
off to the pool our hot mom went
asked for some lotion
and dreamlike potion
drifting away she was content

Before to long she had awoke
sounds of pleasure the pool boy spoke
she...

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Are you a figment of my imagination or are you for real
Do you dream like me and feel the things I feel
My head hits the pillow is it your face that I see
I wonder if...

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In my arousing fear I turned and ran all the way back
To the split in the road and with a short hesitance
Began walking down the road of causality
Strange as it was no one followed.
 ...

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I am Emmett Till. 
I was beaten to death, so how dare you go through everyday life complaining that it's "pure hell". 
I'd rather be locked up in a jail cell. 
Or sitting in a...

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I once knew a woman called Terri
Who always was sipping the sherry
She got steaming drunk
And fell off her bunk
The medics described her as ‘merry’

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON


20th October 2016


Still in her old knickers grinning
Until the...

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Vegetables have feelings too


Cauliflower Cathy
Put on her Sunday best
Forgetting it was Saturday
She hadn’t had much rest

Working in the garden
This place she called her home
Tending to her children
She never was alone

Yet something it was missing
She felt...

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TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION 1, 2 and 3 


Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys 
Asks ''MUM'' can I have a sister like the other girls and boy...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a dream 
We didn't think we had a chance of winning...

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To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask


I discovered on soup there is an angel without wings
Her name is FJ...

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I married in 1962 the biggest mistake of my entire life the marriage ended in 1973 I was now free to be me and never married again. But I have had my share of girlfriends...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a dream 
We didn't think we had a chance of winning...

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One autumn's morning I headed outside for a walk
The road was long and the day
Within the comforts of tantalizing tease
I, myself was settled within my mind
Taking in the day, the beauty
Even the mechanics of all...

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She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
.
   The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
.
...

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I see her, ecstatic under thundering skies, red flashed lightning
Long hair static, arms spread wide,
savoured downpour, dance.... exuberant

As if day becomes night, a crimson moon, tinted stars, painted clouds
Peering down, eclipsing fears and weaving enchantment
Her...

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