Long Forearms Poems

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RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of...

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I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug...

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She stirs first..restless..looking longingly over..senses awakened.
Their feet shuffle slowly under warm covers. The moonlight shines thru the window catching her face. .illuminating it…her tousled hair frames her face.
She looks up, hopefully for his eyes to...

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They say your not beautiful;
but you are, you are;
Because you were made by created by God. . .
They say your ugly, and you just don't
You don't, you don't fit it won't fit in
The images of...

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The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful...

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     Searing pain shot through 
my body like a wave of heat. I 
raised my arm to feel my 
cheek, but he grabbed my 
wrist, forcing it back to my 
side....

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Hey guys this isn't a poem it's more like me telling you all about myself and my life.
As you all may know from the content of my poems that I suffer from mild to severe...

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(continued from Part 1)

Two points create a line
A space from two words
And on and on a verse
A poetry line is sound and sense
A dense fabric of many textures & hues
Woven on a temporal loom
With patterns...

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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children

And he said:

Oh multitudes of children 
Sensually sensitive 

(1)
O piece of my liver - my dewy hair,
My day - my...

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Positions: Part Two
Arabic Poem by: Bushra Al-Bustani
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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         (4)
The Position of Love
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Your love is the twin of clear water
It sprays aromatic mist...

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I barely notice the horse as he walks,
his gait is so incredibly smooth,
we’ve been riding all morning on this ridge,
and have settled down into a nice groove.

My friend Joshua rides just behind me,
drinking in this...

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Man In My Head, 

You live there– 
(here I should say) 
but I suppose I don’t need to tell you that.
You’re the one making your space.

You’re forever within the confines of my mushy, distorted headspace;
so...

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her arms had waisted away

her hands were cuffed

shackles incised her wrists

her eyes weren’t motionless

but all she could see was a wall

and she felt like an infernal image

of rage damned water welling up

with no release for...

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Tongues stall kind words to say -
planes with wheels on a waterway-
A relentless chase of light bulbs above wondering 
minds and breaking the switch everytime
it's caught. In something. 
Mercy, grief, fires within 
choke on smoke forsaking 
hallucinations that...

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Positions: Part One
Arabic Poem by: Bushra Al-Bustani
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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The Position of Secrets
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Tonight we are alone
 You and I, and a single goblet.
 
Tonight we are alone
Like the moaning of mountains, ...

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Was it my red eyes? That had me forewarned?
In the mirrior I can't see my face, hands or forearms
My souls gone till dawn, because this is what the bottles drawn
My drools thickened, my rooms spinnin,...

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Vocabulist nonalcoholic punchdrunk stupor January 1st, 2020

Unlike the vast population swath,
with painful hangover
average celebrant merely
doth confusedly blink,
who devoutly pledge
new year resolution
to give up drink
immediately fall off wagon

as he/she eagerly downs
shot after fermented shot
while forearms link
with...

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A pure breed horse worth value
When pureblood doesn't mix out of its kind
A kind of horse which lives within the wilderness
It's known to be the leader of its herd
When it runs in front of the...

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He slinks to his place under the tree,
carrying his bag of art that swings
against his slender legs, and
he sits on a leaf-littered patch of grass
that’s surely brown beneath the
dull oranges and yellows of the leaves.

And...

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The wind whistles through the cracks of the window that can’t be fully shut. I sigh, willing myself to simply ignore it. Another and another potato loses their form as I slice them into paper...

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I reel my hands back and lay them to rest on my lap.
A tingling sensation seeps into my awareness,
drips from my shoulders,
and flows downwards onto my bent arms,
leaving a trail of bumps in its wake....

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Harsh sunlight simmers my arm to redness,
Poplar leaves rustle and pixilate,
Seen through his view point it’s a lit screen,
Sending him signals and refracting back 
His own thoughts, emotions and subtle commands.

He tracks his fingers through...

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My father raised me to always be aware of my surroundings.  I thought I was!  I was invited to a party by my ex-boyfriend, I cleaned up, got dressed & drove there. ...

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An early morning appetiser to help breakfast go down better. TC

This just to whet your appetite

As A Fly Does
 
What would it be like to be a Fly?  
Buzzing around wondering why
Flitting from lampshade...

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