Long Etches Poems

I once spent a week in the drunk tank
couldn't handle the spirits that I drank
the cuisine wasn't half bad
we even had a few laughs
but I had to guard my butt with a shank


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It used to...

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{"I wish somebody, some entity would’ve told me, even warned me with the intuitiveness that lies within the motherly instincts, the nature of humanity without malevolent reluctance. 
That lying in the darkness for whom which...

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{"You continuously threaten me that I’ll eventually die alone, though it’s a pang against my heart I hear none of it though ferociously, the insides of me are hurricanes. 
Reservoir myself, I live alone to...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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We presume to know of a far better way
But our devices will falter somewhere, someday
Surely there will come a time, a time to pay
We don't care, our chosen course we shall stay
In light of His...

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Ruminating vagaries of life May 2nd, 2021

(conceived while in utero
which loosely summarization in toto
of this ordinary Joe Schmoe,
who did wade nine months for a roe
at mercy of obstetricians status quo,

giving me a jump start to...

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When I was a kid, I learned survival’s first lesson
That protruded from my veins 
The world divides from the the hunters and the hunted
The tiger etches its laws in the shadows
Hawks hold the cord of...

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Silence, my loyal companion, enfolds me
in the embrace of solitude’s sanctuary,
where words dare not tread, forsaking her.
With vacant eyes, she wields a brush
and paints a portrait of the deity forlorn,
narrating tales without the need for...

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This struggling accomplished path winds,
Spiral like stairs leading us to the point;
Average wingedhipsters today more like
Displaced thugs. With no sense.
At every corner, we're speaking rigorous
Reminders.

That we all eventually yawn.your wombs

America, I'm wore out, worrying about
This...

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Thought I was going mad..
Bonkers maybe
And I told God I was sorry for thinking I was thee
And casted the thought away from me..

Then that's when it really got weird

One or so months later after putting...

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Deep in the coridors of my 
yearning heart I dwell in the 
gloom that befalls me 
whenever the heat of your 
body lies 300k's away from 
mine. 
I quiver in anxiety anticipating 
the moment ur...

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County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates 
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census 
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government 
drafted...

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In the expanse of the vast blue canvas above,
Where birds tell tales in the silence of flight,
Their wings, artisans of an unseen story,
And the wind, a subtle bard, whispers concealed longing.

Nature, a poet draped in...

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S'more sprawling poppycock

Chock·a·block discombobulated poem
for your reading pleasure
dashed off ad hoc
my final literary endeavor before
hour hand affixed
to intricately carved cuckoo clock
displaying carved leaves, birds,
deer heads (Jagdstück design),
other animals, aquatic militia man,

etc feigns firing flintlock
(announcing onset...

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Written: March 31st, 2025, for contest, Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

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After basking in yesterday's afterglow, 
I divested my vestments
to shift in cognitive...

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In the soft glow of December’s muted light,
you gather around the table, memories swirling,
not as bright as they once shimmered in your youth,
but still, they echo—a chorus of laughter fading.
You were wild then, careless as...

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it glistens …
can you see?
do you see that little drop -
the tiny streak that
writes your name upon my visage -
that etches it’s damp and
dour reality onto what the mirror
shines back at me each day?
do you...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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"Futile Fragments" ( A collaboration~ Linda-Marie P.S. sweetheart )
   

by~ LINDA MARIE *p.s. SWEETHEART

shattered to inner core emotions reside in vogue
as tattered tapestry etches death to vibrant vase
egotistical desires ejected common sense to...

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I met and conversed 
with a rather
confusing stranger
He had found his way
to the bottom of
a neat vodka bottle
he said he wanted to forget
needed to forget
that he loved her
but she wasn't for that
No, she bore her...

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Festive party
Celebrate something;
Warm humanity

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One by one
People walk pass;
Lonely man waits

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Dog walking fast
Master in tow;
Barks fine command

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Two sparrows
Practice on wood bench;
Gospel of birdsong

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Sea of faces
Hurry takes a break;
Crowded lift hijacks

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Old shop houses
New paintwork shines;
Ancient looks new

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River...

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Repay good with evil,
and you shall be touched by the Finger of God
Turn a blessing into a curse,
and get zapped by the divining lightning rod
Examine your ways
before you make that fatal decision
You don’t wanna go...

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With empty capacious cauldrons 
the living entities arrive arrogant, 
and depart organically desolate.
In between they turn into 
instinctive greed slaves to snatch 
the unearned fortunes,
getting sucked spellbound 
within the abyss of cravings.

In the innate inferno...

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an inexplicable lure of cold
       drawn into treacherous footing
              a spark of recognition 
on that sharp...

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dreams flooded in my youth-

days when I was still trying to figure out who 
I was and what gifts God bestowed onto me;
I was ten when I discovered I could write-
wanted to write. 
loved to...

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