Long Dither Poems

I’ve always been a cash man, so when me cash was blown,
I might be sitting back all stony broke and pleading for a loan,
at least I know that if a mate, throws up a couple...

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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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The Book

How good the night that darkens so
To guide me to my rest.
Where a favored Book lights up my eyes
As I nestle to my nest.

A few pages turned to praise the Lord
Seems too little price...

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You’ll never guess whom the cat drug in; have a day where you just couldn’t win?
He came strutting in, smacking his gum loud, dressed to the nines Goth Punk style.
Tats trailed down his left arm,...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly...

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Thar was nae richt ae laddie sair
wha heft a cave 'side Galloway,
wi' nae jaiken he griftit dare
as he was nae tae lippen tae.

Ill-naitur'd  fishwife he haud in wi',
the twa 'greed tae gang the'gither.
She haud...

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You’ve reached a certain age when life has set you free
You can cock a hoop at protocol; do things that aren't PC
You can swim in just your underpants; be a gentleman or lout
Speak your mind...

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Positions: Part Two
Arabic Poem by: Bushra Al-Bustani
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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         (4)
The Position of Love
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Your love is the twin of clear water
It sprays aromatic mist...

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Here in this fledging nation of 28 million, Bolehland is really something...
For everything is possible and by the Addidas punchline, Impossible is Nothing..

Today there is an interesting bit of news concerning the local health ministry...
It...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid...

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June 01/1916
So it’s off to war!  
By they were glad  
Singing and whistling a tune every lad
With a swing of their arms 
and a smile on their lips
And a shine in their eyes
For...

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BIG HANDS DON
I s’pose I’ve been a cowboy since I was just a ‘teen
But I was herd’n bad guys, see I cowboy’d for the queen

I rode with lots of partners up and down the asphalt...

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Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win 
(part 1)
 					By: J.R. Wren

A wilting flower and a blade of grass
No presumptions of the way things ought to be
Feeding plenty on...

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Mis En Place'
                               (Everything In...

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By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013 
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah

Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off...

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Europe's cold heart

Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from

the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner

I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France

is extolling globalization,...

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Ballade : In favour of those called Decadents and Symbolists, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Ballade en faveur des dénommés Décadents et Symbolistes

						for Léon Vanier*

(The texts I use for my translations are from : Yves-Alain Favre,...

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A song to sing

With a hither and a dither
A mighty river
The troubled brows of people pour

Blinkers, tinkers and many non-thinkers
Flood rushing down washed up shores
A surging roar!

A song for sure, we should not endure

Soaring high...

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Shirring quirks

There is a hollow in my complex poet’s soul
ambivalence and contradictions a vagary maybe
a vagrant’s search for meaning roots expression
a void and a fill just the same a need to be heard

Stream of consciousness...

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Soul Mate
By Rick Rucker

In what seems to be unlikely, at best,
I have been singularly Blessed,

Living through three score of years,
With many joys, and some tears,

A Goddess was made known to me,
Who said she wants to...

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If my love were to be frozen in time
would its enamored glow forever remain
as poetry in a book, Sonnets written in rhyme?
If in flakes of snow, my heart was encased
would my affection wax and never...

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slither
          dither
wither


~~~~~~~~S~~~l~~~i~~~t~~~h~~~e~~~R~~~~~~~
               
         ...

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I strip myself of all security wishing it was you that could ravage me immorally. 
I enter piece by piece, till my body relaxes.
All I want is you, that’s what I call satisfaction.
I lean back...

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Each book in my library must be read, each one, each and every one,
vagrant, homeless papers must find a forever home, I must
edit, amend, revise, reword and condense a poem-
Rattled, I search for my keys,...

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Feeling the need to put my words/thoughts in a letter
Not sure if hearing from me makes you dither...
Or rather makes you want to quiver
Sending shock waves to your liver

Saying you want to get to know...

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