Long Foetal Poems

Three states
in five hours.
Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice
like a KOA campground.
A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a swim. Instead we stop at the liquor store,
dad buys a...

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The moving finger writes and having writ
moves on. And that's the bitter core of it.

So did you scheme to mold we are so base,
like you're disgusted in the human race?

And was it the mirror that...

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The day I woke up
I will never forget
Confusion
An enormous pang of guilt hits me in the solar plexus
I curl up into the foetal position
As I remember

The guilt
How can I face it?
Them
Explanations will be expected
I will...

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The officer’s whistle opened the door,
the pain of mortar did greet the damned
and I did nap with death in no man’s land.

In cold of night the stretcher did wake
 from peace to hell and burning...

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You may see me out on the streets
Lying curled up in a foetal position my sleeping bag in a shop doorway
Trying to get a few hours sleep here in my latest home in cardboard city...

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Don't think I don't think about you. It's been rough without you. Even though I've never really had you it's been tough without you. For days, I ponder on certain ways. To praise, the beauty...

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Dear child,
Do you see the lady in the red dress?
She has eyes like diamonds
Crystal clear, sharp, blue and shining.
And a smile that could
Stop your heart cold
And then, in a moment, bring it back to life,
She...

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Isolated by a quietly devouring madness she sits,
Curled into a foetal huddle in the wreckage of an unmade bed
Her knees jacked up to her chin, her eyes shut - translucent battened hatches
 Her lips parted,...

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Germ of essence. 
Human blob. 
Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched.
Interlocking  family of a  kingdom.
Beget or begone? Antigone! 
Pouch bearing mammal  with no issue for her milk a plenty.
Enlightened species on
a zodiac...

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There came a knocking
At the door
Which stirred me
On the floor
Circled up
In foetal 
Comfortable 
In my position
Upon the 
Cold hard floor
Sitting
I brought my knees up
To rest my chin upon
And wrapped
My arms 
Round them
Looking
At the door
Was it...

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Seed - scattered strewn or downtrodden.
Grain stuck on passive flytrap mucus.
Wild life biomes ripe with  open sesame.
Frantic birth pangs stiffen their gestations as green  leaf ferments bubble underneath.
Mother of all wombs, diva pulse...

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treading tales of three o clock on the morning bow
Android alkaloid met a myriad of trees at a southern angle. Bacon tart it was not for a tart is touting and touting is not touring...

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The devil holds melancholy hostage,
and the weight of their stare crushes.

   Lungs hold air until it rusts insides;
   searing pain hovers playfully
   between throat and heart.
  - on...

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Well there’s this place that I see in my dreams,
A place full of darkness and ear piercing screams.
Screams you have never heard before,
Screams so terrifying you won’t want to hear them anymore.

They make you want...

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Curdling wave of denatured purity
Milk and acid, perverted mated pair
Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners 
Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers 
A fleet, in concentric circles turning. 
Churning, in hidden tunnels, empty wombs 
Clotted to lumps, a...

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Few hearts now weep to see you go
O cold harsh naked winter
The last icy tremor of your merciless winds
Fizzling through the choked air
Leaves it's thinning  threads in
The oncoming fairyland of Spring.
Winter have you gone,...

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Prepared illusion is the offering;
you are invited to remain, sustain
your pre-ordained existence as you wish.
The cost is just your freedom--
non-negotiable, I fear, but then
our common heritage is that
which sometimes we call God--
something cosmic bouncing
in the...

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Foetal feet kicked fortresses releasing archaic tome's of reason. Would one really laugh at a painted toenail? Dusty Devine knowledge occurs in every era. But swept by caretakers whose bodies like caterpillars adjust machinery dutifully....

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A man stands on a hilltop, weeping.
Come and see.

For he has watched a nation unaware, 
chipped away to just this memory.
We'd found that we could meet a war,
and through a sacrifice to find its end
and...

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The last icy tremor of your wintry winds
Fizzling through the choked air
Leave your thinning threads
In the oncoming fairyland of Spring.

Welcome, welcome, first lady of creation
Your sweet smelling grass sheds tears of dew
Tears of elation as...

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It is a nagging subject,
this quest within the mind
to reach beyond the self to
that great universal churning
of the truth-- unfolding rays of light
we may not quite depend upon, yet
praise.  It does not go away.

One...

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Sentences dripping with meaning, we sit,
                Foetal in a blissfully repetitive equation,
Extinguished stumps of trees taking brief roots
  ...

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When did I fall so far from grace?
To see disgust etched on your face
Your twisted mouth in ghoulish scream
Gnawing away at my self esteem

Your knuckles white in hellish clench
Raised to beat this whimpering wench
As I...

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All
along the watchtower,
little babies
line the tower 
curled up 
in a foetal
in the cold.
They live motherless
as 
little snowflakes fall.
They live fatherless
as
the wind
sweeps,
every minute, 
the weakest cry
into a better world.

High pitched cries
from frail bodies
weaken
by miles of seconds
Passing...

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The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all
I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone
DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet
THE NIGHTINGALE sings lustily a cheerful tune

My...

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