Long Gambles Poems

I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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Hi!
I'm Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
"Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time."

First, I want you to know
I've been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So,...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
thick skin gone thin
it softly...

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Moms wondering when her son will come home
She don’t realize he now belong to the road
Chose his own destiny, a hustler’s life
Married the game, she’s a demanding young wife
He’s lost sight
Throat tight
No longer can tell...

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I am alone with my thoughts. My head is down, which keeps me unaware of my surroundings. I avoid eye contact. In this moment of discomfort, I sit in silence. I hide like a recluse...

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Listen up, 'cause I'm about to spit some truth
About a disease that's eating our society from the root
Corruption, the silent killer, the thief in the night
Stealing our future, our justice, our right

Bribes exchanging hands, backdoor...

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Stray not to evil’s dark enticement,
Instead heed what is good,
Against what’s wrong, in the end bereavement,
For those who failed to stood.

Stray not to debauchery’s wild call,
Tis a short road to death,
A body must not have,...

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As the day turned  

Fighting Irish were certainly concerned  

Waiting for a meeting  

With an Aloha greeting  

Aggies promoting the lone star  

Trying to clear the collegiate hardwood bar ...

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Lonely chair man, dreamless of his most vivid dreams that he once had with his distant lover. A stare less  stare on his computer screen at a boldly dark username that says Claire. Many...

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Appreciation:
A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem.

THE GANGSTER

Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air
A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere
Reflective iridescent gem in a gloomy stream
The gangster with a poetic heart dares...

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(Dedication: For Ann)
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Take things easy with mahjong game,
Watch with sure gaze discards that tell;
Thought strategy works the sly frame,
Let poise forge maze as moves work well.


Each card you stack can fit the groove,
Note how blocks...

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WHEN RELIGION BECOMES 
YOUR OPIUM 

When religion becomes your 
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn 
to mosque then lie in fever flu 
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards 
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices...

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My Many Obnoxious Poems

How you write and prepare your poems is based on your
favorite poems you end up imitation. In my case, they are
Will Rogers whose statue you see in the Capital Building
especially on TV...

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have heard latest scare
would tip over my wheelchair
on floor sit and stare

heat did take its toll
what we need is climate control
which shall save our soul

birds no longer tweet
were devastated by heat
much trauma will meet

soon my...

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Plentiful clover carpet compresses
Set up, sat on, months of manuals 
Scripted mouth emits, put to practical test

Three leaf varieties finally defeated
Select among smutty monotonous menu
Virtuous entry through untainted eyes

Coveting customer jumps at his chance
Increased green...

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they had piled up tinder wood and firecrackers
under the cauldron ready for the feast as they
shelled out wisdom and claimed justice
after all humanity was at stake
and doomsayers were to be pleased
camouflaged for everyone was weary
of...

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The genuine of simplicity is the wishing will,
arouses the splendor in content of still.
The scattering stories are matter of a baggage,
becomes the chant proclaiming the stage in savage.
Those torn loose ends to know by the...

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SWAN SONG OF AN OLD-GUARD TRUE-BLUE TORY
 
I am  one of the last of a dying breed,
I’m an antique true-blue Tory.
I grew up on Super-Mac
And ‘the Land of Hope and Glory.’

In Rab Butler I...

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Beneath the sea of glistening stars,
Between the ethereal evening air,
Lies a forest of glowing dreams,
But as diverse and rich as they are,
None escape the same Moonbeam.

Under the lucent morning glow,
Roll waves of raving emotions, 
Turbid...

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Horn I Always Has Haiku Humor

When Trump stepped off curb,
Do not bother him or disturb,
As well as perturb.

Session by session,
Trump will make poor impression;
Does use deception,

At us stares and stares
While out you always wears,
When up...

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Written: October 19, 2023

Poem in the Fragmented Form Created by Poetess: Constance la France

The good work is done by people with jagged, broken edges because those edges cut things and leave an imprint, a design....

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I spilled my seventh cup of coffee 
While shuffling through the papers on my desk.
It was a ham and cheese performance, 
A little bit of business-like burlesque.
I sort through tax returns and spreadsheets, 
Deciding what...

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The Old Man, In Sight Of White Foaming Sea

Of its beauty the old man was quite fond
breadth and depth of that massive ancient pond
Great sea rolling with its foaming white turf
behemoths on which daring young...

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The things I’ve forgotten 
are watering the garden.

I can tell by the way she’s 
walking he’s been talking to her.
just like in a dream, 
where everything’s beautiful, 
And moving too slow. 

All the songs are...

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You come here with your will of steel
and make me want to cry.
Fate laughs and spins the roulette wheel
as you sit patiently by.

I fear for what I feel is right,
I've felt it from the start.
How...

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