Long Dramatized Poems

Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days back in time,
Would not be all very  recent,
Last ones of grateful recline
To golden...

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POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its calming glow,
shadows lurked in the night's dark flow.

As the final...

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Rhyme  Quatrain



Telling tales or stories is a favourable pasttime;
But using pictures to tell stories of past and present,
Yours remind me of days not so recent,
And ones of grateful recline
To golden years so sublime.

Mother, telling...

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Room full of people, how could I be lonely?
These days it's harder than ever to find a true homie
I'm trying to keep a grip but I'm losing it slowly

Filling our voids with mediums of instant...

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Sympathetic purpled eyed Suzan                               ...

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Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper

Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled...

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To have dodged a bullet is heard by me as a clear soft symphony, it reminds me that all is a dramatized sigh of relief whether stressed, sad, annoyed, mad or worried, it all ends...

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I was delighted in reading many voices,                           Those voices...

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Just because I'm working on my mental health
Doesn't mean I think I'm better than a person who chooses to stay unwell
It just means
I'm working on my internal dialog daily, and I'm not perfect, at the...

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Two hearts in an awesome communication
but covered by bodies which are worshipers of denial.
She adores him, he cherishes her
but such feelings are molded into the formality of colleagues.
Excitement, no matter how little, is suppressed,
appreciation rendered...

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I am encapsulated by your love
Dramatized uncleaned in a soap opera
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
You are my Guiding Light
You are my Love of Life
Awaiting The Brighter Day
This I must certainly...

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My father had a passion to swim in the open sea
He used to shout, come on,” *Babu, will teach you”.
But never had the courage to respect his calls due.
While I sat on the sand watching...

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She exudes the struggle of acquiring autonomy from her “faux mother” charmingly characterized. dramatized, and energized by Jamie Lee Curtis. The ladder reputable, suitable and quantifiable role as  Doctor Tess Coleman transfixed at the...

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You think you could be me



With your bleach blonde hair



Your crimson lips



Your hooded stare



You think you could be me



I could be you



We could be thee



Maybe all three



Wearing your twiggy clothes



With an upturned nose



With a sexy...

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Upon our stage we romp and rage
in Goldilocks’s golden cage
amongst colossal cosmic crowd
with spark of liveliness endowed
of pomp and circumstantial fate,
whose worth we underestimate,

in constant discontentment caught
‘and sicklied o’er in cast of thought
so enterprises turn...

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What if this was heaven
And I had just forgotten?
I must have died a slow smooth death
And reached the end 
In hopes to find a simple God
But was rewarded with the simple life.
If this place is...

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The old man of his money, she threatens and refuses to redeem
the deadliest viper amongst her peers, so she seem.
It’s Friday, her acidic sentences, she won’t utter
the day needs to be holy, evidenced by her...

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I do not know what work there is as many feel
I have always worked with love and taste
In my teens my second home was Library
Reading Gulliver travels and one-act plays.

After getting my master’s degree in...

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Eyes pucker and swell
Erupting with tears
Of pleasure or joy?
But who is to know?
The quivering lips
And trembling hands
Equipped with cotton
To swab the overflowing
Excretions from eyes and nose
Of pleasure or joy?
Is it for me to be 
The...

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When midnight flames flicker aesthetic reveries,
releasing ashes of rainbow petals,
upon the canvas of undressed seasons,
I delve into blue blurs of butterflies,
framed in floating colors of nostalgia,
aching for dried dyes to home this scraped heart~
hanging loose,...

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NAUGHTY & NICE

I want to explore your womanhood.
I want to take your mental essence to higher plateaus.
I want to kiss you in the most sensual place.
My desire for you is driving me crazy.

No need to...

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IT ISN ‘t ME

It is not four score years that I exist
Though calendar and records say it’s so
And I do not comprise this mortal coil
Though it may seem to many and to me

Some say we...

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I waited... I surmised
I know I agonized
Of course... I never realized
Springtime was disguised

I pondered... I personalized
I know I criticized
Of course... I never recognized
Spring had improvised

I questioned... I vocalized
I know I dramatized
Of course... I verbalized
Spring had...

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Fall's tapestry of red and gold,
as scheduled, always will unfold.
Still, I am dazzled and surprised
October holds me mesmerized.

The color riot on display
of mums and pumpkins perched on hay
is Autumn's message dramatized.
October holds me mesmerized.

An extra...

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