Long Frying Poems

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS...

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Identity Apples

iam a fat skeleton, resurrecting 
from the sad memories of dada 
and dark mysteries of aminism 
iam buganda 
i bleed hope 
i drip the honey of fortune 
makerere, think tank of africa 
i dance...

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THIS IS THE SECOND 1/2 of my "Tiny Town Events" piece, posted separately, (one half at a time), due to Poetry Soup's poem maximum-length requirement.
To enjoy the entire story, you'll need to first go to...

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*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

He'll heal his heel.
They sow so they sew.
His aide aid with an ade.
You saw a ewe eat a yew.
I ate on the ait eight...

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Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I’m sweating from the new day’s sun
now I know your in for...

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Plant the seeds you wish to reap.
I have planted my seed in the soil of my people.
I have no home, no earthly land,
I have no food sometimes, sometimes,
I must find the white spot in my...

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"The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads"



Words these days are seldom Red
like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan,
sentences are scattered, stuck in Go Nowhereland,
semi-solid, immovable coagulating gelatinous, turning dark...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Three of Three


There came hammer knocking on the back door
As Poe was acting out pitiful moans
Raven thought, could this be from Hell's dark shore
Another beast hearing anguishing groans
Then...

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Foggily out of cryostasis, I come ...

A slow, painful waking to a vessel that's shaking
         from the stress of its increasing mass,
And at once I'm made sure...

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Kitchen counters alive; the vivid colors of red, green, purple and yellow glass jars. Your garden flourished.
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Pickled beets mingle boiled eggs; a pretty periwinkle purple.
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Yellow and purple tinted fingers; dandelions and elderberries distilling; musty aroma...

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Addictions, restrictions, afflictions, decisions,
A needle, a bottle, step down hard on that throttle!
Disaster, no more laughter, destruction for years after.
Placate, eradicate, fornicate, masturbate,
Addiction.  Restriction.  Addiction.

No more art, no more heart, another false start.
No...

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Everywhere "Charity" goes he brings his friend along" Sorrow ".
No good deed goes unpunished so it seems;  
Between friends  and enemies Its hard to tell the difference these days.    ...

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They anchor their feet in the ground marching to where destiny is bound, hundreds of them marching in line moving out of the frying pan and heading towards the fire. 

 With courage welled in...

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Note I did not ever say this......another poet did...
His statement inspired me to pen this Poem.
Nor does he know that people of all religions and from 
all other countries volunteer a few weeks a year...

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"I watch the bathwater drain"
says Tonight Alive with powerful refrain  
stepping out of a bleach bath to hide from her pain
Hesitating, she turns the water back on, her self esteem slain
as she waits for...

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I awoke to a clashing and clanging coming from my kitchen; in the hallway, I did stumble upon a frying pan.  A cautious peek revealing nothing left me to grab that frying pan for...

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I woke up that morning in the usual way,
stretching and yawning, ready to start the day...
but for some reason today
feeling a sense of dread…
Because I looked at the clock
and saw it was late, got up...

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No winter postcards of deep snow and bliss
No winter postcards of mistletoe kiss
Winter was cold, winter was tough
Winter was long and we all had it rough
No Father Christmas, no presents for us
No wide eyed kitten...

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Awoken by sudden flashes of painted bricks slipping into my skin
I hid inside the newly bare nail beds
chewing on carbon copies of myself 
my teeth clicked

scrubbing the rythm and blues desk 
iron blood 
and pipping...

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The traffic light on the end of Brick’s street turned green and Bill headed for home after dropping off Brick at his place. He knew Brick would be okay after a bit because of the...

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I shout out in the dark,
My trembling voice echoes in the silent distance,
Sounds of breaking twigs drew closer,
As chruching pressures on dry leaves expose me from underneath my feet,
I struggle to keep my ears closed...

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And a good morning to you.Today I have a lot to get done so will concentrate on telling you about Lorsie which was the name I called her. If I get my chores done we...

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Slowly  I am awakened to the echoing sound of  dripping into standing water within the confines of the cave.Water oozing through a miniscule aperture after last night's rain or condensation making its way...

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Mountains mourn a mildew. Such a deity of prowess. What a cumbersome lot those pickles. And oh look there, a pretty formation of moths in a tree. Thunderbeds are ghosts. And who would count the...

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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a...

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