Long Doss Poems

Victorian Poverty In London.
.
Slumming it in adverse poverty
In Victorian London’s  
Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green 
Dingy doss houses packed to the brim
Narrow dirty streets with cobbles
And loud cartwheel din
.
Large families sharing one room
Overcrowded...

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The more I learn, the more
     I realize how little I know…
which insightful, gutsy,
     entrancing, catchy apothegm

     attributed to Socrates by way of...

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Don't let me hurt with these two helping hands again
A lot of reasons Satan gives us. We say, "Don't worry, God forgives us!"
But what excuse could I give Christ to hit humans?

Don't let me run...

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A golden spoon gilded vase by heirloom.
Acolytes shouldn't be anxious with gloom.
There never seems to be a shortage of cash.
One person's treasure is another's trash. 

Gratitude from a large group of people
Gold sludge had fallen...

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I should be with playing with my sister, on our bikes in the park.
Racing around and playing games outside, coming home just on dark.
Instead I'm in some doss house, taking ice and smoking dope.
No wonder...

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We are in Xanadu. A million lights are dancing and there you are, a shooting star. An everlasting world and you're here with me, eternally Xanadu. BY "JEFF LYNNE"


"Xanadu," "Nirvana," and "Utopia" pop to mind
This...

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An attempt to play with words; pun intended.

    The first stanza is dedicated to persons who feel aloft themselves i.e. place of work, among peers, anywhere
    Second is meant...

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Help me save just one
They are so many
I have reason for no gun
I refuse the use of any
Use me to carry him
On my back to safety
It’s now dark, dim
Just one, help me
To what am I...

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gale to bluster, sleet to bluster, worst whacked are hobos around huts cluster.

nowhere to doss, tempest to toss, yet another sucker punch sweeps across.

with big boot to field, with big stick to wield, arrogative hosts...

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Sand of Time 
I was on my way to the doss house near the railway station,
 it was quarter to eight -had to be in by eight or lose my bed-, 
when I saw her...

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Modest finances 

We're supposed to travel to the Algarve, stay at a posh hotel, and eat at a restaurant that sells African food
on my birthday
So many medical bills coming, an unhealthy thud in our post-box...

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Along aisle of twigs, moist brown leaves and stones,

Clustered bellflowers guard as I ramble
Whispered chord echoes from choir of bushes groans, 

The rustles, a beckoning preamble


Shady sky-high trees of wrinkled clothed moss

Healthily exhaling thy cool...

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Located deep in the Muskerry Gaeltacht
The old village of Ballyvourney
Seen from atop Mullaghanish
One better not leave prematurely

Walking through Ballymakeera
I see the Holy Well draw near
Down here in green Ballyvourney
Where Gobnait found nine white deer

I look...

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Pain , Pain, all around I see. 
Pain and hopelessness, 
in hollow eyes, of the old and sick. 
The dregs of society. 
Wandering from one Doss to another. 
Filled with despair. 
Too old, or sick...

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I was asleep when I saw him at my beside.
He gasped the dark air and tried to hide,
I stretched my arms wide but it was in vain:
few feathers amid my fingers was my gain.
 
A...

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Saving seventy-five men
Was truly a noble act; 
Doing it without firing 
A gun brought a huge impact.

Hacksaw Ridge is a story
Of the medic Desmond Doss; 
He had played the greatest role
To prevent the death or...

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There, watch, the clouds part and light shafts blackest night
particles of doss drift through a ray of white.

Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted,
coming endlessly unasked, and never daunted.

I see the bitter blight of man's neglect...

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