Long Drearily Poems

As I strolled through the street one day,
The oddest sight caught my eyes,
A man, only wearing rags,
But very wise,
Spoke words of knowledge, inspiration and advice,
How to care, how to share,
And just how to be nice,
To...

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Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from no/mo/mojoe months of 
exsocietal solutiservititude of sexlessages unimpressed. 
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysicosexual spirits melding
into a one...

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Everybody's out having fun
on this lonely Saturday night.
Even your mom has a date
and your brother's with family.
Your sister's at a slumber party,
and even your preacher has plans.

So what do you do on a Saturday night?
When...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct 
that goes beyond my knowingness, beyond my conception
Of an unknown...

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The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily,
			And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight--
			Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions,
			I stand suffused with muse and mystery in moiety;
			A masked man in vast lands of...

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Jewel encrusted shade of night is crowned with a crescent moon
Fools entrusted with the jaded light depart the earth all too soon
The horizon abides the passing of time giving the stars a place to hide
Setting...

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In such occasions where the heart yearns
for your heat how would I recover the
sorrow, the pillow no longer drips with tears
it leaks the yeast of sadness

It drills with grills that has chilly taste of fist
The...

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My existence is flawed,
Bogged down by day, month, year old thoughts
I cannot stop,
My existence is flawed

Matching statistics taunt me,
But solemn truths surface
when guards pass drearily to sleep,
no more minds to keep,
Was all this worth it,
Oh...

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she's lost most of her hair and lays still in her bed
an oxygen tank is her constant companion
somehow she summons a smile midst dreariness and dread
and her pain is as deep as any known canyon

her's...

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Grieved our word by breach of faintness. 
Fraud pains and shivers us wordless  
Had no clue, what had given us 
God, join us in one love and grace.
 
Heaven is broad secret above.
Our parents' love will...

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So much talk of love is hocus-pocus,
    mumbo jumbo gibberish with relish.
You miss it when love's lost,
    but getting rid of it, when it goes off, is worse.
You can't...

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You never know, you see
When the next time will be.
One moment, you may be happy. 
As happy as can be
The next, deep sadness and depression strike suddenly.
Suffocating pressure, like drowning in the depths of the...

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The sun is blazing torridly,
And the wind piping drearily,
I'm about to lose my mind,
Because I'm running out of time.

Battling with the winnowed tastes of the ages,
One can see the dimness of my sealed eye and...

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VICKI ACQUAH·MONDAY, MAY 15, 2017

Blue skies are for lovers;
Not for mourners, and mothers.
I am searching the clouds.
Any sign would relieve my mind.
Needing the clouds, as weeds need the rain.
Slow pace, searching for a face;
Rain drizzle...

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How often do I hide in thick layers
of parading masks-- afraid to  reveal
the hardened ego which denies
a vanity ruled by a sordid past -
those matriarchal flaws, cracks from
violence, and lesions of snuffed anger
marked by...

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I am still on the field 
In search of pink roses for you.
I find you a beautiful rose but then
The shades of night have fallen,
Nyx has spread her garment upon us
The night is cold and...

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I’m building castles in the sand
on the shores of a grey, grey sea.
The clouds have gathered overhead
and the shells are wave-washed clean.
Footprints wander down the shore
of the vast and vacant sea,
the waves are buffing them...

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Blending colors captured in a breeze
Offers up a tempting palate, tease!
Whilst roaming free above the swollen hills
Butterflies consider daffodils

Detained, I have become, in painted thirst
Swift swallows sing a merry song rehearsed
Oh! Fields of flowered glory,...

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