Long Forbade Poems

Happy Valentine's Day
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Once wars were fought with sticks and stones
to flog the flesh and batter bones
and conquer lands, defending thrones -
though gods provoke, not one atones. 

The multitude (by hordes beset
with battle-ax or bayonet)
braved blades, dyed red...

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The Tale of the Duck

The morning was crisp and in need of assist
    from the sun to warm up the day.
The Dragon needed some food to lighten his mood
   so...

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Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast...

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I so adored late hours. I was what you would call a night owl,
As fireflies seldom appear, until creamy moon is on the prowl.

I loved the quiet and peacefulness, and staring at a big moon,
Just...

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A Princess sat on her throne in despair whilst her father bellowed “is there a handsome prince out there?” 

“We have waited so long, as a matter of fact, I don’t care how he looks...

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Saturday, Saturday
'Why'd you do this to me'
was my first question, my first reaction
a reflex to point myself the victim
point myself an inquiry I had no response for
I wanted once to see her
to know her face...

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The Punisher and the PunishEd

                           I

The Punisher needs the...

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"Should old acquaintance be forgot,                              ...

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I.
Zack stared out on the Indian Ocean
through which the adventure cruise made its way,
they were near the famed Andaman Islands,
and would probably reach them the next day.

He’d paid extra cash to come out this way,
to...

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The bombers began to bleed
their heavy tears of death
from 20,000 feet above the breathless battlefield, 
B-17 Flying Fortress formations
moving with apocalyptic aplomb
the shadows of high metal crosses by the hundreds
rippling along the rugged roman earth
bringing...

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Once i was a prince in your eyes my every wish granted
        even before I could wish it
eevaa peerankal muuvaa maruntu
the hot kuul boiling complaining in the chessman...

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We pray to Allah, not because He
Needs us, but because we need Him so
God is the One who keeps us alive
God is the One who helps us grow


How dare you walk on earth as though
You...

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Here Or Lost Love, Yes?
My name is Gemma. I was born in Rhodesia. I’m 36. I’m a pretty Native Indian woman. I have many interests like tattoos of which I have eight, including an Indian...

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HIS WEALTH

He was renowned for farming 
ploughing lands as large as atlantic  
but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea
beyond the sea all he got

Down here, his roof leaks
his town roads untared
they make use...

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Cinderella

He takes my hand pleasantly in his and says meeting me is his pleasure. 

My joy escapes its hiding place in no uncertain measure.

This is when life begins to demonstrate just one true treasure.

His blue...

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Light, the kind that brings the faintest glimmer of hope,
appeared suddenly through a darkened wood;
like an oasis after travelling through the Sahara so parched
with thirst threatening to take my life for good.

Though death’s bony palm...

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If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular 
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like...

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© Ben Burton 2-20-2015

If I were Edgar Allan Poe
I'd been dead many years ago


Two score, no more, the poet bore
Before rejoining his Lenore


Reflections now, from sixty-five
I'm wondering how I have survived


For, having shared his mental...

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I’d heard of Persephone, that beautiful earthly maid, 
Who’d vowed her love to Hades, although her mother forbade –
An enraged Demeter scorched the earth; a desolate paradise was made,
But Persephone visits still, embrocating this soil-...

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(We may appear to be different we all belong to GOD, Now Realize That) 

A young boy sat down by the roadside 
Watching all of the other children playing 
He let out a long and...

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At my church last Sunday, I heard the word 'Shift' by two different people.                     ...

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The Bad Priest
In Lyons (I think it was Easter, 1438),
I was a priest and somehow can recall
the dim church, the heavy clouds of frankincense
and the knights and the peasants lined up for communion.
I chanted the...

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The stretch of water mating with the clear blue sky
 at the horizon as the sun bids good bye
  shades of crimson hue merging with the blue
   a scenery my little eyes...

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