Long Fidgets Poems

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The Girl
She looks down at her shoes, they’re nice
An...

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“Dragons don’t live up to the talk. 
I’ll find a way to fix the wagon”,
Opined the jealous Jabberwock,
“Of the scaly, lummox dragon.” 

This foul fiend then, most inhumanely, 
Pausing to munch a trembling snack
As his...

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GOOD TIME ( translated in  two other languages)
Good time lies in onerous tracts
Where the minds reject
It shelters in a solitary world
Fidgets like a hovering danger
Reluctance, the only neighbouring sister
Dominates the city


Good time lies in...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the cold.
Black or white, no compromise,
no colours clothe the empty streets,
as...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Prince Charles 

I have read my name on a British novel written by John Doe a few times. 
It begins with a crude remark which gives reference to an old friend from Dublin, then on...

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THIS IS HOW LIFE FEELS WHEN YOU GET TO BE MY AGE

I have a general philosophical  precept
Life is in general a bowl of cherries except 
When someone stabs me in the back who didn’t...

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Years of prayers,
Nights of worries,
Days of endless tortures…

Then…
A morning of pain,
Vomiting bile…could it be malaria?
Moaning and retching.

Next morning,
Rising with the sun,
Smell of eggs cooking,
To the bathroom yet again.

Missed visit!!!
But she never is late,
She is always...

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the vice cannot squeeze any tighter

bolts crushed under the benchmark

gather dust with nuts and lost screws

a DIY manual mocks arrested craft

I cannot hold it together much longer

limbo has me instead in its firm grip


machine oil...

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She tugs at her shirt in an insecure manner
Worried that everyone is looking at her
Whispers surround her as she proceeds
Her mind races, "I know that they're talking about me."
She glances down at her shoes to...

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  (  It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears. 
For my lost son Christopher; named after the god who suffers. )



      ...

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When school kids sit those maths tests,
A couple of times each year,
They get that pale stressed look from 
No sleep and that “failure” fear.
Wearily streaming through the tired doors
Students trudge into the hall.
Pens and rubbers...

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You've heard of an orchard/ 
I've stirred up an artchard with girthed art to be heard/
Words come in with fun as the function never turned defunct/
Metaphors and puns run an injunction to sever clues debunked/
In...

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Frigid temperatures drop
Wind chill in low digits
Park benches become co-ops
Under newspaper blankets a man fidgets
Trying to make the best of the hand he was dealt
Man, he’s felt so many lows
Now he’s just looking to sew...

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Hearts burning with desire
Minds awash with dreams and aspirations
Eyes wishing from normal life to retire
Ears primed to hear inspirational orations 

Delivered at a pacey rate
To a receptive audience
Minds desperate 
To get with mischief in silence

So...

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-Daily Poetry #13, February 10, 2017-
Word: Dry

In the glow of the evening, snow falls and litters the ground,
Because of the chill in the air, no one to witness is around. 
In the loneliness of the...

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Thoughts and acts attack sporadic a tactic without static/
Don’t panic you old addict forget that statistic/
I’ll slick back and go ballistic on a notebook with hope cooked rhetoric/
Stick affluent's in the pocket while they trick...

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Chad is the musical genius battling with wits
Kevin is the Thespian that quotes every script
Travis engineers botanical gardens menacingly quick
Dawn brings our savagery down with a kick

Roommates - learn from them and heed their lesson
For...

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My Phenomenon



                            Sudden exhilaration and frantic heartbeats, 
...

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Pre-dawn, and the street-lamp sputters, 
merchants come to raise their shutters, 
regard the fading moon, and mutter, 
'yet another day.' 
Begone, O Bride of Midnight! 
favour us with not another glance, 
put your spells away,...

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Pre-dawn, and the street-lamp sputters,
merchants come to raise their shutters,
regard the fading moon, and mutter,
'yet another day.'
Begone, O bride of midnight!
favour us with not another glance,
put your spells away,
you'll not lead us in our tribal...

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Pre-dawn, and the street-lamp sputters,
merchants come to raise their shutters,
regard the fading moon, and mutter,
'yet another day.'
Begone, O bride of midnight!
favor us with not another glance,
put your spells away,
you'll not lead us in our tribal...

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