Long Dry as a bone Poems

Sand in my lungs and in every nook and cranny possible, nothing out here not even a simple bush or tree. Everything is dead and dry as a bone. My own skin holds no life,...

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Most mind boggling mysterious mortal

Mystification prevails stupefying yours truly
befuddled, he blindly stumbles along rocky
pathway illusory impediments strewn helter
skelter intangible obstructions hinder access
psychological barricades effective impasse

detains, deters, detours manhood maturation
manumission manifestation materialization
linkedin, when permanent submission arises
beckoning...

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‘tap, tap, tap’

your petite knuckles
gently attacking my door -
I envision their French-painted nails
dancing in the shine of
the hallway light
like a row of bishops bowing to the Pope
(your sensual sacrilege)
I don’t make a sound
though my eye...

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Overzealousness and assiduousness...

now propels yours truly towards restitution
courtesy sophisticated mountebank,
whose criminal mind
filched mine banknotes
rationed for when I exhibit decrepitude.
Cutthroat robber baron
re: newly minted vandal
an alumni matriculated

from school for scandal
a sheep in wolf's clothing
said culprit I...

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Angel of mercy please intercede

Weakest most lame specimen
among human breed
control of my life I willingly concede
wordless son of a gun fires off 
following capricious poetic deed 
done dirt cheap while 
traveling highway to hell
the speed...

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Devonshire tea with Peter an' Beryl, beware,
it's no the fact that Peter disnae care.
But 88 years doon the track o' life,
an' 84 years fur Beryl, Peter's carefree wife.

Ma Bonny wife Gillian an' this Auld Yin,
oot...

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Répéter Depuis le Début 
The Pink Studio, by Henri Matisse, 1911.

Perception fuses like melted rose quartz,
fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes
like the naiveté of childhood returned to age. 
Melted images rose in two...

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Whenever I would go to my mother, 

Regardless of the bother, 

Prices of sweets, housing, jobs, 

Dangers on the street, or other bits and bobs, 

She would give me advice so bold, 

Before taking me...

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My love wants you here, now , but I wait,
                         ...

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Rocking boat with the motion of the ocean,
My ocean, Unsettling Ocean, but the boat
Does not rock by way of the waves, it rocks
Because the occupants have nothing to do
Other than tilt the boat from side...

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I SPOT a lofty black cross
Standing conceitedly on a rock-strewn mount,
Where nothing akin to a tree can be seen,
Murky clouds hovering over it,
It is on this cross that she will
Sacrifice me for the sake of...

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Was once on a road of drugs and lust
Dry as a bone and covered in dust
Then one day I’m so happy to say
Jesus Christ came by my way
Took my hand and walked with me
Telling of...

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Each day, a raw, unseen battle rages,
My past forever trying to settle its scores.
I'm losing my mind, struggling to leave it behind,
The weight of memories that refuse to unwind.

If I could, I'd change the past,
Erase...

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I got lost in a book 
somewhere in between 
the opening line 
and chapter nineteen. 
I couldn't get out. 
There wasn't a way, 
trapped in a plot 
that was strictly horseplay. 

You better send teams...

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A beautiful mind, one of a kind
Kept alone, river of love as dry as a bone
Hidden from society, protected from it's immoral notoriety

With no purposed intent, a conversation with unexpected extent
An act best described as...

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Hours transpired like every other day.
Perched on the trees, sparrows chirped,
keeping the dreadful silence at bay,
and sunlight across the land, whipped.

Laid there on the grassy lawn,
was a lovely lass dressed in a corset.
Smelling the blossoms...

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An  alabaster jar

Amongst the discard

Embedded in the mud.

The fisherman

Well trained in the ancient art of picary

Catches a halibut

In the morn

It is the noon. The river is all but gone.

Dry as a bone. A bona...

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Oh! A mighty empire that was built 
Beneath thé shield of the sun,
Thé empire that glows of victory,
Home of great mortals that dined with glory.

Oh! The empire that marching of it warriors,
Makes the soul of...

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I’m torn away and lifeless
In a pixilated display cover
Not caring or feeling
Except showing my own past as a lover
Taking it all in stride 
With nothing to hide anymore
The self realization is gone
What’s left is how...

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Sitting absolutely alone
In a round room of riled people
My brain feeling dry as a bone
Staring at a silent steeple

They’re sleeping upon a hill there
In a shadowed silent graveyard
Still, just resting lacking a care
The smooth granite...

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Happy Heat

I had no Huck Finn
sort of existence except
for summertimes
at the lake.  

Walking the state road,
tar melting like licorice
as I worked it with my shoes.
air shimmered ahead.

Sure I saw puddles, 
I was always fooled.
Upon...

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An Ode to the Moon

By Elton Camp

Oh lovely moon so shiny and bright
Many lovers you will inspire tonight

They gaze at you, get filled with desire
When two hearts so wildly are set afire

Though the object that...

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Imagine an oil stroke on a virgin canvass 
an image coaxed out by a velvet hand
pas de deux artist and brush
here comes the wind 
and suddenly, I appear out of nowhere 
Imagine my memories invisible...

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do you know how it feels, to be left all alone, forever rejected, and not in the zone? do you know how it feels, to be dry as a bone, can not get one number,...

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