Long End product Poems

Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years, 
and nine months after February third 1621,
yet...

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Smelly Stuff Absorbed 

There are many words for those excrements that appear on the fabric in
incremental solid and deliquescent motions because ingestion fulfils that
autonomous need to shed ablutions but here I declare ‘Waste not Want...

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed end product of taxidermist, 
   gnome hatter clucks...

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The missus unflagging crocheting efforts as Betsy Ross incarnate

With needle in hand incorporating love
in every single crochet stitch
that's my wife
tad more'n a quarter century ago
then newlywed to yours truly
slowly, magically but inexorably
transforming skein of yarn
into...

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We often look at the person within the walls as the breaker ,
not the broken
the relentless evil that exists in this persons free will 
The horror this person was willing to create
how they bruised societies...

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Perception is troubling everyone,
Everyone is being disturbed by an ego,
And our feelings tell us of what might happen next to this state of life,
We`re really waiting for where mankind will be after all is gone.
The...

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When I was called little brother, 
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.

What about the Grey?

Only a few would about the grey; 
Enquire.
Even fewer, 
Perhaps...

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There was a time when despite regular bun fights,
Sexist attitudes,
Unrealistic demands by key players,
Money problems,
Drunkenness, 
And petty squabbles,
The end product,
That flashed across Cinema and TV screens
Lifted our spirits,
Made us cry, 
Made us believe,
Gave us hope,...

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Commodities.

Traded as rapidly as futures,
sold to bidders, 
merchants of misery,
bought and herded,
into cattle-cars, vans, 
containers sailing,
on the seven open seas.

Women, men, 
girls, boys,
auctioned into servitude,
stolen lives, 
extinguished families,

for,

the cheap labour market needs to be fed,
an...

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I mean was Darwin thinking when he wrote this theory
When I studied Psychology and read this I said O’ dear me
Only the strong shall survive was his point
I think on this subject his jaw was...

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POEM: I GROW WHERE I'M PLANTED.

BY SIMEON A.D. PANGU

Though I write rhyme 
But I can't sing,
It not a limitation neither a crime,
I do it with pleasure for the joy it bring,

I can't paint neither draw,
Yet...

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Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins

purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me

chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to...

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I share everything I have yet they still feel the need to take from me 
People always want to take more than they give back
Not knowing if your friends are actually enemies is a scary...

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You Are Who You Are
(Dedicated to all students in Brunei)

You are who you are- a unique creature.
All men are your brothers but you’re different and rare.
None that came before, none that lives today,
nor one that...

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THE BASTARD

Oh! Poor bastard!
The end product of
flirtation
Shamefully brought
to the world
By his slutty mother
A dog she is 
Caressed by that
dog-Nature
Father
In an ungodly manner

Oh! Poor bastard
Living a life of
shame
Of not knowing his 
Father
So unlucky he is
Never having...

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It really was just like you read it in the poems, a bolt; a shock.  One moment I was in a shop, minding my own bees-wax.  Next thing I know, some dizzy girl...

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Death is the end-product of life.
It hangs over the head like a knife

Whoever has stepped into this world
Tastes death after a threshold

Everything is programmed prior to birth
Before our arrival on earth

In whatever corner of the...

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Horn Heuristic Composite Haiku

This consists of seven haiku combined
for a total of 21 lines. Both seven and
21 appear to be lucky for some reason 
or another. 

Heard it has been told 
Your guess is as...

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Can You Can a Comment

There are only certain things that are allowed
To happen all by yourself or in a big crowd
Like poems I have been writing as of late
On them having the power to concentrate.

What...

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Once again my tears have fallen.
But not for someone else.
They fall silently and inward
Only for myself.

It’s ok this time 
That my tears are for me.
I trust myself,
Just this once.

Tears of retribution
Of anger and utter joy.
My...

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Articulated words
From your lips...
Soothes more than
Smooth creamed cookie.
Melanin skin tone,
You are...
Makes this cookie green.
Your sapience, very distinct
Making a library curse
Your existence.
Resistence, I sucked
From your crispy nipples
Forming ripples
Down my infant tummy.
Oreo, might be yummy,
Crunchie and sweet;
That...

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Agonizing pain
Discomfort, turmoil inside
Life can be excruciating 
This is where the weak typically run and hide

But it is in those extreme moments
In the heat of the fire
That’s where steel is forged
Its where the name legend...

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lying hidden in the lies of answers,
buried deep in all secret of secrecies.
faded in the faint future;
so out of touch and unsure,
kept in the dark for selfish reason,
never to changed for a moral lesson.
tired of...

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The Universe is a machine.
It's a machine that creates.
It has the raw materials in the elements.
It has energy sources in the stars and it has the software in mathematics.
It takes these things and creates life.
Through...

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