Long Forebodings Poems

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Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I...

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Part 17

a kitchen drawer filled with throwaway lines
taped across the raw spots
itching festering inquiries eh inspector
asking the unavoidable
if we know how we got here
there's a better chance to know
where the fated flatulence we are going
if...

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1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness 
And...

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Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem

I (analogous to a rolling stone)
confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
semblance of reasonable poetic rhyme
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words...

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Grim reaper scion donned as nodule on lung...

Lodged squarely upon corporeal property
(i.e. necessary soft tissue)
of Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
mine eldest sister,
when medical technician informed
aforementioned unpleasant tidings
earlier today February 25th.

Utmost grievousness grips
analogous to invisible
strong hands strangulating
"I can't...

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Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind
Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned

Then proceeded to whisper in her ear
Brought shocked expression, a falling tear

"Please do not pursue the Aurai nymphs"
Whose replicas were on all column plinths

Aeolus...

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And so they sailed, on and on, uncharted were where they went, till they came to Hade's land
Dark and grey and dismal was the land where wraiths and shadows wandered on the sand
There they held...

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Pride uttered its voice, afore an empty shore....

Waters embracing this moments arising

Darkened clouds within their gathering; these stirrings

Shadows of the once foretold; long ago, such reflective times!?

Glancing toward the south within this sound of stillness

Abandoned...

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Hiding under her blankets
The darker the better
....presses her button to drop the blinds
The darker the better.

The only light comes from the flicker of the horror movie
Where the hellovision screen is her mirror...it makes her feel...

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Future Prospects

	Is it possible at once to defeat and be overcome by the disease?
	Such extravagant forebodings dwindle in the fear of moment,
	like a great visitation of the past that dwarfed the mayhem of WWI,
	wonder if...

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The world is not kind
To those with troubled minds
A physical pain 
of someone deemed sane
Gets more loving care
 than the mental pain
of someone “insane”
How I wish…. I wish…
they were both the same.

People are not kind
To...

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It's hard to be humorous when I want to shed tears.
Worse, hard to read poems or comments that hum with fear.

Fear, warnings, 'stay safe,'...

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I'm disillusioned of this modern world
This quantum, promise-palter singularity most days leaves me hollow like empty Technology 

Picture an old colour tv- tubeless workless-
abandoned on an urban bombsite; that's me

Deep unsettled forebodings haunt my sleep,...

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Have you ever had a nagging feeling that something isn't right ?
Now multiply a hundredfold, this represents my plight
The world laid out before you, on the surface all is well
Non specific swirling darkness, grave forebodings...

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My Grandmother’s Kaleidoscope    

The stones and the planks of her heart
resonate with the pick-axes and the
hammers. My grandma’s mansion
loses its head, arms and trunk.


His hidden life in the Malaysian
woods during an old...

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Can you feel the tendrils falling?
Autumnal threads only visible
to the sensory sight of the soul
a receptivity and prenotion
that sweeps over you ever so lightly.

Then, even though the sun is up and shining,
and grassy places still...

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I winged with the doves
in my unbounded boyhood.
Those rainbows and the contrails
still stay in the soul.
I sweated several times 
but that never lost me sleep.

Now anxieties sprout 
in the sweat.
I lose me 
in the parching...

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As the sun goes down
And darkness fills the air
My depression rises
It’s more than I can bear.
 
My life seems so fragile
I dread joining the dead
My eyes start their weeping
As I lie in my bed.
 
I...

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Cheru’s the allergic emperor 
among the trees on the earth.
Its dark violet nuts are 
rich source of itching energy.

Though a single drop of sap –
a hypocritical white in hue –
could create an itching ecstasy,
consequent crimson...

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The day's of the id....

Waking, unto another prophecy, fulfilled

While wearing these doxies blinds

That have been placed

Upon many of their eye's....

As if walking within one's sleep

Within a perpetual, yet waning dream

Unto these apparitions; ghastly

That have become,...

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I am empty in my own shadow
Arid space lifeless and dull, brown
fog trickles down the penumbra
Of my mind, pendulum moves.

Shadow and skeleton fill up
My cupboard-stacked memories
Igniting volumes of dead smoke
Polluting my incipient body.

Stewing figure stands...

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