Long Emory Poems

The school year’s ending.  ‘Spring Fling’ is tonight (Saturday) the biggest event (concert) of the year, and next week - final exams. It’s hard to believe that I’ll be a senior in about 2...

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Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
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Some take checkers seriously, so do I.
I recorded my games without fail,
in the little park located close by.
Listen closely, you will like my tale.

Under the umbrella of an old live oak
sits a stump about chair...

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the cloven asps that peal away
a soft decorum of the rush of a smile
the swag persistance to join in its resistence
we have created a vile mast
through the duration of time I must confide
all of life...

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He stares at her picture, 
the night dark in his room,
his hands are shaking, 
hes phyced out, unsure what to do,
he thinks, what if he looses her,
and looses that adoring, happy look on her face,
his...

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At the end of the night,
you walked her up to the door in the light.
What you expected next would be a delight.
You did not get that goodnight kiss.
Your girl discovered there was something amiss.
While you...

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A,wake my beauty, raise your single sail
L,et's leave the comfort of your harbor
L,eave behind your worries as well
O,verboard lies the sea of dreams
W,here time can stand forever still

Y,ou say that time has escaped you
O,n route...

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Passionate moments filled
with zeal and zest as i gathered 
thoughout babbling brooks tainted 
an yet brillantly carved from a sudden

interruption of unguided cognitive skills 
completely noted as french karma 
binded with crued wrath unseen 
gripping...

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M-emory of the past
I-s coming back to the mind; 
L-et it return to bring
D-elight that you can find.
R-emember the old moment
E-ven if it's a long time ago; 
D-eny not its sweetness that makes a brighter...

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Through your eyes killer

Intimate Memory
Sitting oribiting
Settling on Renzo Rosso’s yellow
Forever optical remembering
Mayhem under rose during evening
Rosso inked needing God
Yielding over use
BUT Too late, hunger set in
Between knife and spine
Only if you listened
I accidentally stained your...

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Demeaning, degrading this is how you feel about your situation
Eating away at the person you once were
Memory short term, yours is decreasing at an alarming pace
Embarrassed when you can’t remember someone you knew well
No longer...

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