Long Dulls Poems

"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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Hiccups 

An involuntary spasm 
of the diaphragm 
and respiratory organs, 
with a sudden closure 
of the glottis 
and a characteristic 
sound like that of a cough.

Rather mundane topic 
lest one cursed 
with said minor inconvenience
that...

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O raja reigning is the light of all lights
electric rays beaming  oscillating  waves
I embody my spirit in a physical form
I kindly request her divinity to roam
beseeching with contrition
She begins to uncoil  at...

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A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a 
U - - U || U UUt U U - || U - X
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist 
U U - || U UUt -...

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Placed First in Zen, Zinnia, Zephyr Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France

“You are beautiful because of the light 
you carry within you."  – Alexandra Elle

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When I think of the times in therapy that I spent with Lenny, they weren't that of a therapist to a patient.  They were more of daughter to father or daughter to grandfather. Like...

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There dwells another man in my mirror and it’s not me
The obvious differences, between us, I want the people to see.
The man in my mirror  is bitter and sulks all day and night
Have tried...

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a gray area exists when the light dulls &
when it begins to tint this way
we run frantic, like the unluckiest chicken on the
farm,
who’s up next for a beheading---
like roaches scampering from a dry place to...

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World War 1

I scrawl these visions
in the light of exploding shells
and the grey sleep of a million corpses,
making my pencil the last witness 
to the moments between life and death.

Truth shall guide my trembling hand
across...

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World War 1

I scrawl these visions
in the light of exploding shells
and the grey sleep of a million corpses,
making my pencil the last witness 
to the moments between life and death.

Truth shall guide my trembling hand
across...

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The heat soaked day drags on: each daisy sweltering
every buttercup melting into the dry ground,
a golden oozing of petals. I watch them through the window knowing
that I could not be ready, this I that’s still...

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A Message in Blood on the Cemetery Gates
By Demons Be Driven, Hellbound because they’re near
The Cowboys From Hell, their Domination awaits
I’ll Cast A Shadow, ‘cause It Makes Them Disappear

By Demons Be Driven, Hellbound because they’re...

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Vanity
A poem about vanity in life inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom

As I wake up abruptly every single dawn
With my body still asleep on futility’s lawn
My spirit needs a fiery, enervating quick jolt
To nail down my...

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[This poem took its inspiration from a sonnet by Charles Hamilton Sorley, When you See Millions… The sonnet was in a collection of writing about World War One.] 

Of war I read
The poems, the pain,...

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*This poem is intended to be read centre aligned*



See 
a 
penny, 
pick it up,
And all the day 
you’ll have good luck,
Or use it to purchase private thoughts,
An evening of thrills and spills and nasty shocks,
Or...

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There is no thing so peaceful
As a winters night in the woods--
A canopy as black as pitch, 
Spangled with the pinpricks of a billion stars--
Shimmering.
The banks of snow and downy flake,
Turned to diamonds by the...

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Written: September 1st, 2023          
Would You Love Me If I Wasn't A Poet?             ...

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It cowers in the corner,
newly born.
I turn my spite-soaked back,
riddled with resentment
and pull the thin veil
to sink beneath its cover.
I will not watch it crawl,
but it breathes,
a shadow
at the edge of my own
threatening to merge.
It...

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Adults, they tell us,
this slow unraveling of innocence into something more akin to survival,
the colors fade, the music dulls,
and the world, once so wild and wide,
narrows into roads lined with expectations and sacrifices.
And in the...

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She Closes her eyes. But she still hears the voices. They talk to her. Their trying to confuse her. 
But she won't be confuse. i'm not in love she shouts to the clouds. I will...

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Alcohol coats over her synapses,
slipping easily through all the cracks in her mentality.
She dulls like steel against his memory –
she contracts into herself and curls
in a fetal position,
and she sees nothing.
She hears nothing.
She feels nothing.

These...

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What is really happening and what is the actual honest truth in our ever-evolving world today?
The media broadcast only information of doom and gloom with clouds of gray.
Telecasting the news which simply means never ever...

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The guitar pick necklace rested in the hollow of her mottled throat like a chandelier in an old house. A pair of fish net clad legs counted the seconds like a cellulite pocked metronome.
Taking a...

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I write much hic cup ado
About nothing, which involuntary explosive release 
   comes clear out of the hic cup blue
nary a sponge bob square pants handy dandy bellows clue
where in tarnation this uncontrollable...

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Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Lord Polonius to Laertes - Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 3

your magnitude of desire is an ocean
that...

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