Long Eluded Poems

Date:   April   2026

The 1st degree is unknown 

Damian and Polly had planned
The trip to the Copy Cat Club
For weeks with Dolly and Molly
The club was popping when
They hit the scene.
The DJ...

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PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling...

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My ebbing physical prowess and strength

noticeably decreases in one direction.

I take lock, stock and barrel 
to revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his...

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This piece was inspired by a journal left behind by an adventurous young man that elected to take his wife and two young children, by ox-drawn wagon, to California, in the early 1850s, expecting to...

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The video is intrinsic to the setting of the scene. The vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to the plot. 

A balmy night it was when he stepped...

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Once upon a time, we were once boys
But now we have grown to men,
Once upon a time, we were once children
With no teeth and could not eat our mother's
Meat but could bite her in the...

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Ooh a scented grape graphic. Now that's wisdom. Contained a logical pattern in a juice cup. Heron haven heaping. Wisdomstic of a Judas flaw. Consealed in Sanskrit. Heavenly heaping cream on a very large bun....

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Sonnet Doubles, A Poet's Deeper Thoughts 

I Will Not Fiddle To New Hollow Tunes

I will not play fiddle to hollow tune
nor beg day, be lit by pale light of moon
life to have worth, must not...

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It was a frantic effort   
to take a shot 
of the elusive Kanchanjungha;  
one of the few highest peaks of the world
which looks at mortals roaming on earth 
from its high and...

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I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his Macbook Pro
today February 20, 2021.

Since January thirteenth of this year
(two thousand and...

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These are poems about sinking, poems about drowning, poems about loss, and poems about new discoveries we sometimes make while feeling lost...



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for Virginia Woolf

Weigh me down with stones…
fill all the pockets of...

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You know, I could be Kipling
channel a fancy humoring tale
have all of you begging of lyrics more gracious
such as this, a mystic masterpiece made for this generation
Come on, dabble me with praise
put a paint brush...

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Where magic thrives in peace, Yet no human ever beholds
Of witches, wizards, wands, it is, A miraculous story that unfolds. 

He who mustn't be named, Power above all who desired
His own life, instead he claimed,...

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THE      ICEBREAKER     KRASIN    -     DAVID    AND   GOLIATH



Between the docks* for   cruise ships...

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Should Select Which Effect Is Correct

What you should do is detect and select,
Which one you want  and can be correct,
That does adapt,
Without mishap;
Willl energize an effectice efficient effect.

Jim Horn

Heading for the magic number 666.

Jack,...

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I. Theory

She is dark and her darkness frightens you. But as closer you come to her, the lighter the darkness becomes. How bright the light were, if a thousand suns would rise in the sky...

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who is too busy fighting the devil, 
all good energy eluded 

if you truly understood yourself 
you would not be so deluded 

many fight an imagined internal 
fear- 

everyone allows the devil within 
your nasty...

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*Holly (Vault Dweller)*

Hey bartender,
Who's that girl over there,
The one nursing the whiskey in the corner,
She has that press hat one that makes her look...strangely debonair.

*Bartender*

That'll be our little Ms. Piper Wright,
She runs the local paper,
Spends...

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his last gasp was quite lengthy
trying to go out with a bang as usual
a rationalist manifesto covering his face
accompanied by a cotton field work song
his grip went slack under the torrent of images
fortunes have been...

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I waited
Under the outspread foliage
Of the banana tree, 
With ripening fruits dangling precariously, 
Wondering, 
With eyes set on the earth, 
Wishing I understood
This everlasting madness.
To what end would man go,
To what end? 
A mystery it...

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Speaker, speaker I'm listening...

You’re doing the right thing!
Unswayed from Kremlin propaganda
Isn’t how our country should swing
Faith changed; policies rearranged
Soul-searching, amazing grace you’ve seen the light
Unveilings of the autocrat,
Eluded the venomous snake bite
Boldly repelled the takeover...

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Fields where the bondman’s toil
No more shall trench the soil,
Seem now to bask in a serener day;
The meadow-birds sing sweeter, and the airs 
Of heaven with more caressing softness play,
Welcoming man to liberty like theirs.
A...

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Looking through frosted glass of windows' sorrowed pain I who

Reflects upon the frozen condensation in the shelter of my mind

Delight that there are crystals on the panel which refract the joy


On the grace bestowed upon...

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and I feel awakened 
                from this dream...
7 am,  I feel startled, alone, inhibited -
 
I want to scream...

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It’s all I can do to not carve these words across my eyes.
To immortalize what I imagine,
on this bleak, innocent canvas.
Each thought is a stain that seeps through beyond my reckoning.

It spills out, unbidden, to...

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