Long Drawls Poems

{"To the ones who want to love me first, I don’t deserve you, and you don’t deserve me. It is vivid, enduring to every human, alluring at any foul play you want to scream what...

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Surprises Spice Up Life


Life’s full of surprises that spice up our Life:
Common surprises; strangest of surprises...
Drive around town; visit the eventful circus
Go to Church; visit the school, the cinema
Immerse self in adventure; in treasure hunt,
You’ll...

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The grace, the flow, the singing vibrations.
I'm ready, I'm ready to pull my bow across the river of time.
Time that steadies the flow of these rippling musical notes of mine.
I'm ready to connect with an...

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It’s in the rows of old oaks
                the pothole that was never filled,
       ...

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Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so

Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within

Inside, the shop smells...

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There's a murderer outside the door.
He wields a chainsaw because he's a fanatic for extravagant antics.
Fantastic.
He's manic. A bipolar man suffering the manic stage.
Some would say the diagnosis said otherwise. Some would say a misdiagnosis....

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Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across the sky, dark and towering,
lightning flashes, thunder drawls, torrential rain...

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Sooth this irrational rage resplendent in its affliction
See through the foolish drawls that make up my surrounding core
Understand I see each flaw of mine in light of your brilliance
Not to compare yours to my worth...

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Deep solace lingers on between the pauses
of your lisping words--- a quest for normalcy
amidst the yells never heard by moonless eves,
by  cathartic drawls  never felt by anyone
except me... holding those mottled palms
I watch...

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By 11, I thought I'd have it down by 15,
But by 16 and a sour sunday morn,
And daisy chains foiled into the moor,
And hands that tighten but ne'er lighten, 
Hands that strangle, stitch, and liven.
Of...

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How in the world did love ever cost Money? Does the world not see that love is supposed to be a feeling? The answer is no. People used the word love to get what ever...

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Mint stars reaching out to greet the sky 
Cool zephyr blowing across your cheeks
Much nearer, your silhouette appears
Like a fog carried by beams ,you advance
With sequins on hair tossed by the breeze 
As your flowing...

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Title: Southern Grace


In the land where magnolias bloom,
Beneath the southern sun's warm embrace,
There lies a region filled with tales,
A tapestry woven with Southern grace.

Amidst the fields of cotton white,
Whispers of history, rich and deep,
A symphony...

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Oh God there he is again,
back room, is he waiting?
Did he know I was coming
or something?

He's tryin too hard, too hard to be cool 
as he drawls how are you?
I just say fine and you?
Wish...

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Arkansas

OK, I hail from R-Kansas
That’s what some call the state
We’re the model of the future
Stuck in 1958
My cousins are your cousins
Our DNAs the same
And sometimes when we marry
We don’t have to change our names
In spite...

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I hear the clarion bugle calls at Fort Carson when conditions are just right,
Sounding "Reveille" at break of dawn to the mournful sound of "Taps" at night!

"Reveille" 'wakes soldiers from their well-deserved rest to begin...

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‘At play with words’

Cork thine eyes 
Cloaking lucent verbose halls 
Surely binding shutting tight 

Cork thine eyes 
Clutching goblet sipping falls 
Drunk seduction bending sight 

Prose mine prys 
Gather up my scrolling drawls 
Paging through...

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The gates of beauty
Lies 
Behind the eyes that cry
But outwardly smile
Glisten eyed
With tears
And highlighted by fears
We hold within them.
The gates of beauty
Lies within the heart you hold
Behind built up walls,
Where your heartbeat drawls
And is suffocated...

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We entwine among boughs 
of leafy trees  in  graceful fluidity so evergreen...
  and whisper of love's harvest after gentle  drawls
rising with petals  from  coos  of evening,
  ...

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one eye open, Light flickers through
some die smokin, boots, whickers, booze
drawls and the draw, one liners move
sunsets on set, squirt bottles make dew

tossing and a turn around, naps till noon
suns rising high, pink sky, red...

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The Dream Visit 

It is in the shadows of the night;
When the moon is awake.
That you come into sight;
And offer me your hand to take.

In the stillness of the eve;
My heart beckons across the divide.
All...

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Blackbird of omen drawls in trembled heaves
Across spoilt air, near an empty farmhouse,
Where a lone keeper plucks blooms and young leaves
Arranging them on the mead's cornerstone
As he utters an  oath like an eerie groan--
Within...

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On the Rug with Death,
two beers in hand
(though no one here drinks)
we laugh, his lifespan
a joke still fizzed. My breath

ignites wars, lulls drivers
to sleep and builds bridges 
for his guests. What idle past-
-times you worship,...

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Yes, it’s all too regular, this kind
of setting--- the language of rooms
exposing littered notes along slit wrappers
gone wild: oh  half-asleep kids 
still run amuck over marathons of toy games
igniting lithesome squeaks
through comedy and banter…
And...

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The disembodied fuses of the morning
Lie discarded like the aftermath of sex,
And splinter icy barbs against the windows,
As the wires split and fray and don’t connect.

There’s a bird that coughs monoxide on the pylon
And a...

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