Long Fan out Poems

‘so glad ya made it out alright,’ she says.
‘i’m feelin’ a whole lot better knowin’ that the crops’re bein’ taken care-uh.”
you nod, smile politely
and step out of your car straight into drying mud.
‘i just don’t...

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Now that no one can escape
      its time to turn it up a notch,
going over to my other “victim”
           I...

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I sit and pause, looking at the sky blue ceiling above me. White vapour cotton wool clouds
gently float like water lilies on an upside down pond. My humble seat, an igneous rock
from the Devonian period....

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my beauty is the talk of the town, the envy of all the

town’s women. it must be so because every time i walk

down the streets, i see the women steal glances at me

and begin to...

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“Milk of Roses” 

Milk of Roses
was her scent 
and great bouquets 
of baby's breath
moving messages 
that blew across hearts
underneath the bones and skin of breast
baby's breath that bristled like clouds
moved by hidden white doves 
who...

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Guns, erupt in city street?
Shake the ground we love?
Poison, corrupt what is sweet?
Hear us, God above...

Fan out, troops; if we hold back;
Soon our fabled state;
Will of course soon fade to black!
Furies, flame, and fate...

Justice, an...

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It was just a "Front", that most were supposed to see
Not a stud on the place, just "mystery donkeys"
Some days they were there, then just up and disappear
Maybe this is the reason this happened to...

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Silent streams swirl silver shadows deep
Where sorrow's sediment settles, secrets keep
Forgotten fragments of a fractured past
Echoes of emotions that will forever last

Fleeting fingers of fate fan out the sand
As fragile fortunes falter, lost in the...

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Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat 
Tom gathers, his tuft dangling from his breast
His wingtips dragging,...

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Deliver me from evil, for the unknown shadows in my presence. A deep, intense burning inside commences. Fueled by hatred and carrying around a burden, my intentions turn to such a self-loathing deep within. Becoming...

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I'm looking at your shadow
It is cast bigger than what is your truth
The curve of your breasts accentuated,
your contour smooth as it gently glides down towards your hips,
rounding your buttocks to perfect proportions and your...

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Seventh,
In the taxi,
The driver's arms fan out
like a praying mantis, ready
for the kill. Old thin arms.
In the backseat:
the prey.

Seventh,
Today is mist.
Dark blue buildings grow high.
But disappear into the sky.
Their heavy secrets swim,
incognito,
in me.

Seventh:
I wear layers
And...

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Where is that rare, elusive rain that never seems to come?
Our land, once rich and fertile, is now a vast dust bowl.
Great lightning strikes upon the ground, igniting trees and brush
as flames erupt, a fearsome...

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Just sitting by the water, waiting for you?
Picked up held lovingly, rubbed softly, gripped firmly.
The perfect throw, the perfect flight...SKIP.....SKIP...SKIP
OH what divine circles we made together SKip..SKip...SKip
Momentum slipping taken away by the very beauty we...

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By Kevin Robey
July 15, 2014

I wanted you to know
Identities and stares
I'm scared that it will show
Don't know why I even care

This haunting ghost of you
Still printed on my face 
Identity erased into shades of blue
For...

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I am a master pleaser, my feelings buried deeper than restless bones.
I will shade you from midsummer sun, and you’ll never know I was crying.
My iced tea and sweet berry disguise protects you or maybe...

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Her hair would fan out in the wind
She would laugh, running her fingers through it
Her eyes would sparkle seeing a friend
With all my buddies, she was a big hit.

But it was her heart that captured...

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It’s morning and darkness dawns on the shadowy recesses of her soul.
Voices from afar, echo through the hollow emptiness,
Yet cannot penetrate her comprehension.
Sorrow has befriended her
And Fear has enveloped her in his immobilizing embrace.
A spark...

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There’s nothing lacking in the thing itself.
In some ways, it’s the very best of us.
It’s not like Marx was some egregious elf,
or Rosa Luxemburg some succubus.

The deal is, if you subjugate the masses,
they might not...

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They shoot me up into the sky
I hear the crowd
The young one’s voices screaming with delight
uncomfortable laughter of the old ones
They know how dangerous I am
Not yet! I tell myself. Hold on. Not yet!
POP!
I fizzle...

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