Long Frightens Poems

"Blue Sky, Why?"

stories speak to us.
inside our heart 
is crying.

Blue Sky, Why?

why do children
holding sunflowers
watch their parents die

why do sweet children,
now war torn, 
some the battle's orphans,
daily lose their lives

lying in their sick beds
bombed in...

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Sneaking into the museum to avoid the sudden rain
Raisin said, “I don’t want to get soaked right through again,
It was bad enough when that truck through that puddle dashed
And you and me - but mainly...

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Phobias
	A Bluto is not that Disney dog
	It was when a mewling 
	that I would scream 
	Should they wet my body
	And then apply cream
	
	Ablutophobia – fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning
	
	Achluo the demon that lurks
	In darkened...

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The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest”...

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The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest”...

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This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest” known for evil, death,
and lost souls. This...

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POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its calming glow,
shadows lurked in the night's dark flow.

As the final...

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Mirror of Memories "Alzheimer's" Contest
Sponsor: TAMMY REAMS

I woke up scared...can't remember the time I woke up..
Scattered pictures of lost loves in my distant past.
There she is again, she said she is my daughter, 
But I...

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I am not your daughter
I will wear pink and red together
Just because they don’t match
I will dye my hair black
Not only just because you said not to 
But because I know I’m not a blonde...

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In the two days since my arrival, Granddad and I exchanged only a few predictable, cursory words.

“You sleep okay?” Granddad asked.

Although his silent house had kept me awake, I respectfully replied, “Yes sir. I did,”...

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GILDAS TRANSLATIONS

These are modern English translations of Latin poems by the English monk  Gildas Sapiens (“Gildas the Wise”).

“Alas! The nature of my complaint is the widespread destruction of all that was good, followed by...

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Closing your eyes just to disconnect
From the world of reality to the healing state
Walking through a wave length of all your times
Good, bad, sad, exciting, fear and life
Drowning your body in stress and remorse
Mentally parallelize...

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“Gotta’ ‘git’ ‘im!” Followed the howl of death.
His cigarette burnt brighter, when he sucked another breath.
“Will I get the gun and spotlight?” I asked rising from my chair.
“Nar’, no sense!” the ‘old man’ said. “He...

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First guy: come on Michael!
Now you have to jump
Are you afraid or what?
If you don't jump 
One of us you'll be not!

Second guy: come on Michael!
Don't be such a coward 
You have a parachute for...

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She said
“We are slowly and always eroding
As we lose more and more
By little bits and little bits they fall
They are falling 
Prey to the fading and wasting away
Of the nameless one and all his dark...

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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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Here I am standing on the milky way hoping that someone would come my way, I have been here for a thousand years with millions of stars stuffed up into my guts and the solar...

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I. Theory

She is dark and her darkness frightens you. But as closer you come to her, the lighter the darkness becomes. How bright the light were, if a thousand suns would rise in the sky...

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Everyone, from children to grownups, 
carry the world in their hands, they see the past 
and the future simply by the move of their thumbs and fingers; 
from their very spot they fly in the...

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To have dodged a bullet is heard by me as a clear soft symphony, it reminds me that all is a dramatized sigh of relief whether stressed, sad, annoyed, mad or worried, it all ends...

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In the heart of the night, with Chopin as the ally of silence,
Looking towards the sky, I wonder, who shall listen,
Knowing illusions fade, but you are eternity,
I'd summon you to me, through some conjuration, maybe.
I...

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Freedom is an alter ego like a mask
Behind which censor has no eyes, and balm its blood applies.
Poetry is my freedom when wings cannot fly
The pain of the arrow in my solitary eye ...
You wrote...

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Permit me if you will to speak of 
this great obscurity called love
I am not here to preach or feed 
your preconceived clichéd ideas 
of linguistic and rhythmic words 
live above and dove.
I am here...

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These are modern English translations of the "Xenia" epigrams written in collaboration by the German poets Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Friedrich Schiller, plus an elegy Goethe wrote for Schiller...

These are selected XENIA epigrams with...

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Sweet Felicia wore a frown, as the distant thunder grew
Raindrops fell and nearly drowned, the beetles running two by two

We ran in tandem through the night, seeking shelter from the storm
In the distance shone a...

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