Long Disentangle Poems

“I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed” (Sonnet XLI)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair,...

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Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun

The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia

Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks...

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Once upon a time in a city called Paris in France, there was a young boy named Michel.
He had been called from the country to live with his grandmother in the city.


Since he was new...

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Buddy.Dad's disappointment so necessarily mother's golden boy.
 The first night in the new house four things took
Place.1.Dad said the woman who had lived there was purported to have been a witch,could in fact make a...

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When Patty was in the manic phase, she'd ignore dangers:
She'd hold parties in her motel room for hordes of strangers.
One of them she married after knowing him half a day -
Did it occur that something...

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Hush



Hush now my lover
Come rest your head upon my shoulder
Let my arms league bring you closer

Quiet now my love
Or your tears will shred to my ruination
All the courage that I have

Let this soft caress to...

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Whispering wings ~ feathers afloat,

   Molting and marvelous, magnanimous

      Wonders, alighting in familiar places.

      ~

Each feather remembers the warmth,

   The pear-shaped...

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A delicate dance, a balance to abide.
Let me share a verse, a tale profound,
Of union wed in hallowed ground.

When vows were spoken, love's embrace,
Within the walls of sacred grace,
Two souls entwined, a blessed bond,
In faith...

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The september I met him remains etched in my mind
I sat in class awaiting explanation that never came
One by one minutes rolling by ever so slowly

I surmised he’d been a burn victim
I wondered when it...

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I reminisce I miss
	remonstrate and misplace
		in search of my narrative
dust off the shelves
	smoothen around the edges
		align what seems meant to be

Carefree strong winds of sailing
	through the attic of past truths
		founded in a basement of sense
when...

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Roots to fly with and grounded wings perpetuate the moment

We live looking forward into the past when we tell our story to make 
sense and give meaning to comprehend where we head over heels
feel our...

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Twilight-
the sky's blood orange
and I'm getting clean, phone's buzzing
with plans and inspirations. Dirty minds-
me too.

Great ones might think alike,
but the time's ripe to stop aiming 
for abstractions..
Just do.

I'm out the door first chance,
devil in hand,...

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Why do you write?

Why do you write? they ask, as if 
there is reason for the madness of existence 
and the need to make sense 
of a senseless world. 
Why do you write? a question...

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Saša Milivojev - CONVERSATION WITH ALLAH
 

You
The Ruler
The Master of Worlds
Allah
Merciful
Compassionate
I praise and pray
Before my I eyes I had a veil
Grave suffering captured in my body
I waited
In the lines of fake believers
I did not get
A...

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Just Smile
Written by D.W.Breidenthal

Just smile 
For a while...you have a # to dial
I'll clear out your pile...I'll fly with you above the cemented tile
Unto the bright blue sky...

Everything's gonna be just fine
You have a special...

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"Can I play with madness?
Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I'm free
Give me a sense of wonder
To know I can be me
Give me the strength to hold my head up
Spit back in their...

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Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child,...

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So Edward Kamanzola was born on the Christmas Day
The year 1943 and this was declared a rare luck; 
And fortune was expected to trail his life all the way
To his doubtless toothless longevity of an...

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LUCKY MAY
May, May is welcome
And by these roads, these lanes
Young people come to home
To sing to my sisters.
What pretty they are
With her golden hair
And coloured lassos
And my mother combing them
To disentangle it.
That is their faces
What...

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LUCKY MAY
May, May is welcome
And by these roads, these lanes
Young people come to home
To sing to my sisters.
What pretty they are
With her golden hair
And coloured lassos
And my mother combing them
To disentangle it.
That is their faces
What...

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She wakes each morning with one obsessed thought
repeating over and again in her weak, tortured mind
Those who don’t believe her *must* be found and fought
because her truth surely had been bestowed - Godly divined

It simply...

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The September I met him remains etched in my mind
One by one the minutes rolling by ever so slowly
I sat in class awaiting an explanation that never came

I surmised he’d been a burn victim ~...

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I need you, 
my words echo in the distance,
into an abyss of darkness-
Your eyes sparkled and I spoke with my fingers.
Your touch, it held me... 
         ...

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So deep a love to feel
Your muse Cupid would wonder
When the golden chance you couldn’t steal
Preferring instead to explore gambits like a gander

Pushing a prevarication scheme without a clear
Strategy as to where you felt your...

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I envy the poets

The ones who can disentangle the threads of their thoughts 

And smoothen them out on paper

Each word, each letter, each curve of their quill laden with meaning, passion and emotion

These innocuous traces...

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