Long Dubbing Poems

ValentinesDay 
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A Massacre 
 
 
 
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FortyEighth 
 Valentines Saint Massacre Day was in Chicago the man played them a tune on 
his fiddle. The Aftermath The newspapers instantly picked...

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Double Feature

Flashback! Three friends of childhood featuring a blond, brunette and red-head
Sharing the script of summer days and rain soaked winter afternoon
Unfolding documentary of roads ocean journey to California, Colorado and Norway.

Zoom in on a...

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There is a particular tree in the backyard that is named Thomas,
Strange that this tree and only this tree had longtime remained dormant,
All the  other trees were budding and expressing fruitful promise,
Producing and flourishing...

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April 19th 2020 - just an ordinary and typical...
clothes washing Sunday courtesy the missus

Ah... the highlight of our supposed, linkedin,
designated day of respite after a week toiling
away with ennui, yes reader a tower mountain
(rivalling Himalaya's...

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WHAT IS DRUNKENNESS? 

As I went for the third beer, my heart
beat dropped with a dubbing sound,
I knew I made a mistake,

I walked into room 4 and find 
out that the people therein are 
quiet...

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We had it all and it will never come back
Sporting heroes both white and black
A different time, a different age
Different class, when you turn back the page
Lets start with the death of one man
The dancer,...

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I am an Indian, yet, of Steve Rogers, I have heard, 
Though what I've heard, like fountain-pen writings timely blurred;
On legends, many talk, write and enact stories many,
Tough, of Steve Rogers, I had not heard...

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~swiping paper machetes
                             mansions in trees~
 ...

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So ashamed little Runaway,
Forced into a reluctant escape,
So wistful to remain,
In the solitude of yesterday,
Flesh and bone bonds will breakaway,
But looking back your home still fades away,
Left at the starting line so far away,
A trail...

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Woe betide lower men who fickle facades embrace
And wit’s hard-won gold for shifting dross exchange; 
Dubbing avarice-sired glosses exquisite gems pure,
With obscuring eyes decimating solid worth's range.

With their own ears they cannot first-hand hear,
And gauge...

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The rooms sit empty, disused as of late.
The worn, wood floors, now, creak without weight.
Halls once sang to the harmony of life;
To the steps of many – socks and sandals, rife.

The halls hum, now, to...

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My heart over-flow with sadness
Having no one else but loneliness
as my partner
For belijorants surround me.

In my heart, 
dubbing takes place
Sober I feel for 
belijorants surrond me.

A hullabaloo in my head
I feel so humdrum
Why was I...

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