Long Flurried Poems

Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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Hannah, I haven't seen or heard you cry
not in the gray of winter day
or in the cold silence of our prisoner nights,
the others can hardly keep up with you on the marches
your face is changeless...

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1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands
showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands
for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent game
changing faces and smiles and treating them the same
so surrounded...

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Walking from the horrid old motel, and out into the smaze, 
a suffocating day, worsened now, by a mocktail shade of smog
in mockumentary proportions, she flounders in a fog.
Too dazed by crazy sitcoms that seem...

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I was a skilled, dedicated CIA agent, helping to preserve national security,
By searching for and garnering information, as silvery rain ensures purity.

Days were spent perusing foreign material, or viewing international news,
Like walking a maze of...

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...His performances went for hours,
even when people drifted off,
he’d kept playing in the tavern
regardless of what others thought.

He would wind down like some old clock,
sometime playing straight through the night,
then just stand up and wander...

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~ (~) "Never thought the day would get here - you-know-days-they-often come-
at the expense of another; like when we were caught by your Pa, first dandling our feet in 
the murky puddles-when we were younger...

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A girl was walking through the night
Afraid and all alone
She sunk for moments of respite
Upon a blackened stone.

What flakes were these that sparkled bright
And flurried in the breeze?
What specks of gold did grace the night
And...

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(literary nonsense)
the winter was so long ago, burying the world in snow
rabbits hop where rabbits go, here i sit to-night
and the day i hath long dreaded which hath left me much beheaded
worn my sanity unthreaded...

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The Snow that Flurried like Chatting Kangaroos
Ramah Prince was thinking about Suhail G Faizal again. Suhail G was a remarkable rover with pretty hair and wide lips.

Ramah walked over to the window and reflected on...

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Author: Runping Chen

The desk sends forth its particular fragrance
That gladden people’s hearts.
That is the sweet-smelling of the old camphor bodies
And into the impression of my childhood immerses.

The shade extended my fellow villagers’ strolling;
Countless summer nights...

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She bounced right off the inkling
                             ....

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What lies before us is not always certain,
This world is full of obstacles and branching paths that we could have never imagined
Our plans are set in stone, forthright and true,
Then along comes chance and our...

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Ramah Prince looked at the warped ruler in his hands and felt sparkly.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved deserted Kenya with its ordinary, open oceans....

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Three lying deacons 
swim in a handbag -
and a lone, celibate pastor 
paces longingly bemused.
Michael, the Arc Angel, 
poses silently,
in dusty Gabbana drag,
cursing the lipstick-painted laymen
writhing in rancid attar -
naked 
and intentionally 
unused.

Four wide-eyed boys...

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The memory in need
Is the implacable enemy of the creed,
Waits and watches its foe

The all-clawing frenzy on tip-toe;
Quiescent in the instant's repose
The thud of flurried gnawing years evoke.

The poet in his solitary moments, spoke
Those whispered...

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Come quick, don’t dilly-dally. 
Yessir, this you gotta see!
Look out there in the valley,
Lord, do my eyes deceive me?
Ain’t that Mohammed Ali?

And ain’t that a boxing ring,
Roped ’round them trees?
And he’s recitin’ something
About butterflies and...

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For days without end my light was dim
Left battle-scarred by war within 
Left heavy by this heart of sin
Left broken by the days begin 

Though the warmth of sun kissed my face 
I chose to...

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...When the day came folks fathered in the gym,
twas an ‘empowering day,’ they all said,
When the bell rang Jana flurried with kicks,
she was invigorated, seeing red.

But every kick seemed to just bounce off Rick,
he barely...

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My horse prances.
And she dances,
As she spins around
She looks graceful
And so tasteful
Her hooves hardly touch the ground
Her long eyelashes
She seductively flashes
As she lifts gently in the air
Her thick mane flowing
From a breeze that's blowing
She dances...

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Walking through a summer night 
      Swaying back and forth , present street
      A wistful longing crept into my sight .
    ...

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enter the wood, end of the day
  deep deep reverb, everywhere
  eerie sound from between the trees
  from bowels of earth, around the sky

  then chilling stillness, flee or stay?
 ...

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Dew christens morning grass underneath my feet
          Chilled senses in the mist, fill of something sweet
Sun teases its reveal, tempting me to pause
   ...

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Unwavering Instrumentals

Of Silence and Snow

Address Us In Cool

Flurried Fragments

Casting Plaster Paragraphs

Of Quite Notes Which

Lay, Quilting Georgia Flats

And Other Places

In Need Of No Great Equalizer

For True Turbulence, There is none.

A Make-shift

White Washed World

Momentarily Cleaned of impurities

A...

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Unwavering Instrumentals

Of Silence and Snow

Address Us In Cool

Flurried Fragments

Casting Plaster Paragraphs

Of Quiet Notes Which

Lay, Quilting Georgia Flats

And Other Places

In Need Of No Great Equalizer

For True Turbulence, There is none.

A Make-shift

White Washed World

Momentarily Cleaned of impurities

A...

Read More