Long Deems Poems

Thus it begins—
A free-verse epic
Into the mind of
A writer and an idiot—
A romantic and, 
Often a pessimist
Conjoined in arbitrary glory
Are the thoughts and words 
Of one overly-worked mind—
Charismatic and, of course,
On the pushover, pitiful
And usually...

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Come post presidential election 2024... 

heil to the Wharton chief firebrand -
more worrisome than an ovarian cyst
every race, religion, nationality, 
gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dissed
brigand able, eager, ready and willing
to punch contenders throwing...

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“The God Complex”



His face imprinted 
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words

like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds

once-in-a-while 
reminding them of stories 
they are eventually, all souls

book-marked 
tagged...

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You are a narcissist and a gas lighter although you claim that you’re not, can’t you see inside, the decay of your soul? The turmoil, all of the rot
 I guess that you can’t because...

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Plant the seeds you wish to reap.
I have planted my seed in the soil of my people.
I have no home, no earthly land,
I have no food sometimes, sometimes,
I must find the white spot in my...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part Two


I will not understate my distaste, but I do not hate. I rate hate as being irate
Shall I underrate the spate of your hate as you devastate;...

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I know this may surprise some of you.
Not all.
It’s not going to surprise my besties.
But for others,
Let me be the bearer of a
Little surprise nugget of
Information.
I am OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE.
Some of my obsessions are:
Have as many...

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63.
      If Dullness Be Your Plunder

    Speech be silence gone amiss
    But if speech be ne'er to be.
    Choose words with...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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If you have ever wondered what side of the fence you should be on consider this...

1.	Christ would never not buy a gun to avoid the temptation perhaps that he might use it in fear or...

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Being an empath has its ups and downs…
Being an empath has its smiles and frowns…
I just know when people are talking behind my back…I am but a horribly lonesome shack
It’s sad that family and friends...

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In a dark world where light rarely resides, you can find the one that they call Hell masked in his disguise
There he sits on his throne, and he waits for the torture he is to...

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No one dead is reaching out to you 
That's my voice that you hear when you're remembering all the opportunities you let go 
This is the lonely road 
and not only are you driving it...

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Translated: Si la vie demande ça by Laura and Chris Mayne by T. Wignesan.

If Life would not wish it otherwise
 
[Note: The two sister French Caribbean-Martinique Black “Blues” Swan : Laura and Chris MAYNE (lyrics...

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An eggplant need not taste nor look like egg,
Nor in a hamburger ham need be there,
Where's pine, apple in pineapple, I beg?
Nor yet french-fries in France invented were.
They native are— American pure blood,
Wherein was born...

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These are modern English translations of poems by the German poets  Ingeborg Bachmann, H. Distler and Johann Georg Jacobi.



“Song”
by Johann Georg Jacobi
translation by Michael R. Burch

Friend, tell me where the violet fled,
so lately gaily...

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The Lion roars from the highest peak it may reach
His voice covers the savanna
And all will hear His call
He calls out to the lost
To the hurt and broken
He shouts to them to lift them up
Above...

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I watch the passage of the sands of time
As the gold and red combine on fire in the falling sunset
Yesterday I was content
Alas my dreams now scatter unto dust
I cling in desperation try to keep...

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Normandy

For man to set alight his earthly pyre 
was destined from the capture of the spark.
T’was mere survival harnessing its fire
to lift his primal world out of the dark.
It seared his prey, it warmed his...

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we think that we know what true worship is really all about
it's more than getting your praise on to jump up and shout
God gets excited about what is in our hearts
He's more concerned about the...

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Learned or learnt not to quit                             ...

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They fashion stone or wood and in sin
Worship it adorned with silver and gold,
And that it totter not as scarecrows in
A melon patch, they fasten it hold
By hammers with nails; there it will be

With eyes...

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ronic – isn’t it…?
The very essentials we need to survive
Are the same essentials that endanger and destroy us!
The very same people we love
Are the same loved ones we hurt or hurt us –
The very same...

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Using Jared Picketts form Monotetra


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The facial expression I wear; it gives nothing away
says nothing to no one except the mirror only to scream 'HELP ME'
There's no doubt that I've been this way before
I only thought I closed the door
not...

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