Long Freckles Poems

Once upon a time, there lived a young woman. She was tall with soft blue eyes and wispy blonde hair. She was married to a nice young man. He was less tall and had almond...

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AS A KID AND BEYOND

did I ever wonder?
what my upbringing brought for me;
and did it disappoint
or just bring feelings to resurface,
but never sensitivities 
of deep down and personal,
and did I really care
of what there was...

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1.

Our blessing, our son, our family clown
The cracker of jokes, the soother of strife
Takes it all in, teaches us to slow down
Although he bungee jumped straight into life

Yes, when he’s ready, he can move so...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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{"This heavy humanness she burdened inside, 
Sent electrical shocks through her body, 
she would weep silently with a fist pressed up against her maw with her eyes evidently glistening nobody would attempt to console her...

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The name of my sidekick was Benjamin, a fellow church member
An ornery, brown haired boy who had nothing in common with me
Save for his sudden sense of adventure and exploration
He asked me, “Laura? Have you...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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>center>Jaime was such a lonely boy and this he couldn't understand?
                    He didn't possess one harmful...

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped...

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My youth minister once told me that seventeen was too young to have felt the pain that I'd felt. She told me that seventeen was too young to be so corrupted, so scarred. According to...

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Spring — a life anew

Prodding rays of warming glow,
sunshine.
Crusted ice and snow
slowly melting into trickling drops. 
First to bloom
a crocus blue, a tulip tries to rise.

How long the wait
and freezing rain
chilled the weary bones.
Heat up...

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Hello
I hope all is 
   Can 
     hear me?
‘ts me 
(youknowwho)
     need
    say 
Something
Don’t  
      ...

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I met a girl once; more like noticed her I have to admit.
A girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
The girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
Oh; I noticed her.

Music can...

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Walter Branham, a retired teacher, and his wife Victoria went to Applebee’s, the chain restaurant, for lunch one day last week. First time they had gone there. Usually they go to an ethnic restaurant but...

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So I found a small skin tag on my inner thigh a few weeks ago and me being the YouTube king ‘Do it yourself-er’ started researching on how to remove skin tags without going to...

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The water gentle and still
Silent and calm
The sun setting nearby
I sit here with you. 
The sand sprawled messily for miles
And you and me among them
We sit and watch and I love you
I sit here with...

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I asked her how are you so beautiful, like how is it even possible?

     I told her it is hard to find the right words to say, but if I could...

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Heaven Leigh Kent,
With whom a lot of my time has been spent,
Non of which I even slightly resent,
I assure you, she certainly thinks I am a gent!

When she was two,
The things we use to do,
Was...

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Yesterday Happened So Fast
                               ...

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Larry was the oldest,  seemed every day he grew 
Bubbling with mischief,   like a cackling witches brew 
At the time just  10  or so,  but that’s a long way...

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The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness laid bare. My image holds no judgment, only truth—an unyielding...

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1 

How could I describe this? 
It is love, no question. 
Yet also more than anything I can comprehend. 

It is a language only revealed to us both. 
It is a migratory pull….. A super...

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Written: February 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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Brushing butter onto pastries,
squeezing...

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My Missing Muse

I have tried to write as of late,
but my mind has become a true blank slate.

My keyboard is bored and my ideas are bland.
I have to think of something grand.

Lately I lack poetic...

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When I’m with her everything changes and I start to notice life in different phases, like the man on the moon

Her beauty is written about in praises

Even though she sees nothing but imperfection as the...

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