Long Despoil Poems

Lust's Sickness throws off the yoke, of cure? 
Defiant in-body, pleasures obscure.
A mask, of pride, a lost soul-in vogue capture, a hell-ride in the belly of a beastly whore. 
 
The salt crystal shines your...

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THE BIG QUESTION

Are you ever curious about your last day on earth
Does it make you question just what was your worth

Were your acts always equitable towards Man and Beast
Did you help their life's journey or...

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emptiness  2
            How do you feel today ?
         Like I’m in a empty room 
...

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Mankind, you're so proud and tall
You really think you know it all
And once you had discovered fire
to such great heights you did aspire

Once, gladly, of myself I gave
but now your plan is to enslave
Do you...

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I've constructed a picket fence around me to keep jackanapes out
Through pickets they can see me, but I never allow them to touch
private parts of me I keep concealed, and don't talk about so much
I...

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Up but Down…part-4

It is a month. Since we went to that hill
Not so high  or big to boast  about.
But still something for us to elevate
Eliminate or despoil as we please.

I  have no...

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Love’s Wave and Breaking Crest


And though the lover’s now shared empty cells
o’erflowing with the enmity of loss
endured the curse of self inflicted hells
beneath the towered specter of the cross
the remnants of a love – now...

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You sense the presence but cannot see it yet, 
  not hear footfalls squeak on the hardwood floor; 
the flesh-crawling aura of an unclean spirit 
  squeals the rusted hinges of the creaking...

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A Grinch’s Lament/with apologies


I remember the Christmas I first met the Grinch
his whining, his snarling, his poke, and his pinch

I never knew why - but I liked him right off
his yellowish teeth - his green...

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Birth: the first step to journey’s end.
We cannot travel and pretend
That our paths will be all straight
And leave the helm to luck, not faith.
There will be chasms full of gloom
Where evil spirits hide and loom
The...

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Why Poetry Must be Read Aloud

The poet caresses the purity of the
blank white page, seduces it, whispers
to it, teases and cajoles, coaxing
from the emptiness a depth of
solace, the fullness of a lover’s smile.

His words are...

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To tea or not to tea 'answered'

The ultimate taste in tea,
as it should always be.
There is tea and there is the perfect cup,
make perfect tea? Yes, for all to sup.

Right! Now we can start,
making perfect...

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A Search for Love’s Companion        Terza Rhyma

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A prosy prose for deity to mourn,
As the hunger stricken wobbles  the ground.
Oh! the old retinues that feed besides our ribs.
Come again with their unbearable tax payers,
While the labourers' stomach rumble!
The ignorant chieftains stare...

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Here comes an opportunity to make our tension seep
But for those who have made their stomach and future cheap
I weep some buckets of tears in my silence camp
Over the ignorance that may likely despoil the...

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Today was not so bad,
Yesterday, pure horror;
Tomorrow, I cannot predict,
Yet in terror I live;
A touch so much I dread,
For suspicion is my daily bread;
Every word a leery undertone,
Every smile with hidden intent;
That such evil so...

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I try to be good
I work and play 
to cause disarray
I fume and let it all mushroom
I engage in wanton acts of guile
I act not as the contrary child 
I do it all but not for a...

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VETERANS’ DAY 2
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



There’s no coin of the realm to pay for his time
For the innocence stolen from him in his prime
No one can know of the anima lost in the field
Or the tormenting...

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The language of love is wordless.

See that simple yellow and white daisy
in the green meadow?
Go uproot it,
snatch it from its perfect setting
that place Perfection made for it.

Now it is in your hand,
it is still lovely,
but...

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If for some reason, 
breath abandones me
And pipes in pride to 
muse an eldern glow
Then think I past the 
odds of chastened glee
That breath is prime in 
death as seconds grow.

When past the borders 
stretched...

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Humans are quite a deciduous lot.   
It's our nature, but not Mother's motif. 
We fall from grace without faith and belief 
when fleshly flaws make us stumble, besot.  
Tousled emotions are tied...

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What are these words that rage with hate and war
That scream with bullets’ searing, lethal roar
That slash with livid flames the midnight sky
And with a tongue that lubricates the lie
Despoil the words of men worth...

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MOTHER'S WISHBONES, NO DOUBT

All furculae with not a fragment
of dried-up flesh or sinew 

to despoil their luster — the slew 
of them ranging in size from 

Cornish hen to turkey. Funny,
I’d never noticed her extricate

one,...

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The ham was golden brown
With glazed sugar upon it
The Turkey was there to
A breast for you and a thigh for me
The yams just came out of the oven
I need a mixed drink

Father is in watching...

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