Long Flusters Poems

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,...

Read More

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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If I should disappear in the middle of the ocean 

And caught between the waves and the sea  

Would you come and look for me 


If I should journey to the moon  

and...

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Submersion Connections

The water heaved and sighed with the gathering force of self while
	the tug positioned to push, pull, hold.

The mammoth engineering marvel,
	rose like the Phoenix with the grace of Shamu,
		antenna first
			then bridge
				finally the deck
The round...

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THE COLOUR OF SIN
On a dusky holiday evening,
When the bustle and hustle of city life is left behind,
Salty water flows in-between his fingers
Dangling from a yatch rocking the waves,
Somewhere in the Mediterranean.
The ripples answer the...

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I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance...

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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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An explosion of hair in her face is disclosing
the beauty of the eyes veiled beholding
a dream unfolding where the poor are gold and
war is at most a bloody tale told in
the misty night when the...

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Tossing and turning
The hot flusters that rule the night
Moaning and groaning
Eyes closed mind wide open
Sobbing and sighing 
A hundred voices in an empty room
Your pupils whizz around under your eyelids
Your chest heaves 
Cheeks red and...

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There's nothing about the color blue
But it's written all over you
It has no taste or mellow sound
But too much of it will make you frown
It cannot be touched or felt with hands
Blue possesses no properties...

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