Long Delinquents Poems

A FORGOTTEN ANGEL

Who was she?  They wondered
No one knew her name
Where did she live?  They wondered
No one ever saw her playing
How old was she?  They wondered
Did she have any friends?
What happened? ...

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they disturb, deep behind my sleeping eyes
  ......
  retune my tautened strings, replay my frets
  vignette movies spin reels of dreams discovering
  fresh slants on shadowy delight
  the foreboding, ominous,...

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I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my brother, (much to his displeasure) made a pledge
  ...

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Last night, on March 24,2025, two juvenile boy's with a Madison telephone number.
Pretended first to by from the country of Syria and later on from the country of Ireland.
But their number was most likely one...

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Those two partners pretended to be against each other, with one of them pretending to
be a 'bad influence on the other one,' but the so-called good kid was just as bad as his
partner in crime....

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They sat and they stared straight ahead
Absorbing each word that I said
Angelic and silent, no whispered abuse
No Alpha I felt I should dread

The lunch bell was rung and their heads turned as one
But then they...

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Born on this rock with a diaper and mittens,
hard to the touch but so soft in its feel
Crawling along like a dragon with kittens,
purring out fire, if that could be real
Laid in the sun under...

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At the edge of the town, hidden amongst the trees
Is a nudist camp where folks walk around as they please
They all go about their business strutting their stuff
And as you've probably guessed, they're all in...

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Jaba Love the bite of "Bhachu"

Leaves the colour of crimson

Your chariots zooming past

Hearts so desire your embrace

Calmy I now chew worlds emerge

Anthaas is when mind envisions

You are sacred very sacred..

Enemies who demonized  you

Now revere...

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She doesn't want to be treated right,
She just wants love for the night.
She doesn't want to be swept away, 
She just wants to go out and play.

She doesn't like the romantic type.
She thinks that love...

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We're senior delinquents

modeling our lives after those times when they were so new
and all the rules were irrelevant disruptions
to everything we felt and experienced.

Our passions weren't lived to their full potential
and now we want to...

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A jerrybuilt jumble, so shoddy, diminished;
just cubes of grey concrete with windows and doors.
It started to crumble the day it was finished.
Franco’s “solution” for gypsies and moors.

It’s called “La Dehesa”, the pasture, the grange.
The old...

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Symmetrical sunlight slips into the room that was once overflowing with gloom
Exposing my flaw…though the rubbish of knowing doesn't seem to change you…
Instead, you grow like a bolt of lightning, descending down to the ocean...

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Life in the so called free world

So we live in the free world...really?
Are you free to go out at night,   go where ever you like...or
are you afraid, living in fear, hiding behind triple...

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Couldn’t say it as a kid because it was a sin -
To say that small four letter word - what trouble I got in!
A girl who was my babysitter taught the word to me.
But then...

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We dwelt together,
one hand on a door handle.
Keeping rooms --- a semi-settled living,
parents still squatting in our heads,
rent due spaces,
red buses passing below or above,
according to what level we rose to.

Domestic wreckage evacuated,
a small venerable...

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Behind the ambiguity, the cloaking metaphor,
the language used is indecent,
it sets bear traps, leers at logic,
                   ...

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I stopped for a cup at the local all-nighter
I'm a regular there. I'm the "poetry writer".
You'll always find the occasional hack,
The delinquents, the addicts, that hang in the back.
A drifter, a grifter, disenchanted and surly
All...

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A Write for All Us Bald Guys

By Elton Camp

Making fun of some person’s physical features
Is not done except by the most vicious creatures

It is unacceptable to point out an enormous nose
And mock that it was...

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Heroes are masked, monosyllabic but super.
The rat gangs obviously
are bad news and apparently
loose and reprehensible,
most are irredeemably dead-eyed.

It's on!

Action demands reaction,
busters need something to bust.
Make-believe peddles a glossy fantasy
until reality accommodates,
comes true
arrives not in good...

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LAMB AMONG THE LITERARY LIONS

Housewives, secretaries, the odd pro willing to stoop,
All came, delinquents, child prodigies, derelict old men
“All welcome” – the Chair of the Writers’ Group
To those looking for support, with a love of...

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Welcome Mat….       by: Steven Hudson


Hands tremble at the grip in my hand,
Two worlds collide in moments of time,
The trigger shakes, while onlookers scorn
What once was peace, now a violent...

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Dawn’s warning 
Can never come too early
For early birds like me

But for that poor worm
The dawn is a germ
That grows insidiously, rancidly.

Every morning
Sister’s yearning 
For the one she loves

He’s not here
So sorry dear
His echo rapes...

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When my friend and I finally got chicks, they decided to leave us.
My friend's name is Butt-Head and my name is Beavis.
I thought that I was pregnant even though I'm a boy.
Because Butt-head and I...

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Find myself horrified by 
modernity
maybe I really am getting older
the words we say 
those plastic smile
delinquents with too wide eyes

maybe all too well and I’ve
lost myself to it
the vodka no longer does
protest and the butter...

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