Long Get used to it Poems

The Trial.

 

Arthur, Sammy, Davis, Junior, Stevie Wonder, Bob, Mick, Sue, Carver. You are being charged with the partial demolition of a listed building. Endangering the life of one, Mavis Stepney. How do you plead.

Not...

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(A Christmas vacation vignette)

Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged.

Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in...

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Love me and come close to me
Love me and dine with me
Love me and dance with me
Love me and sing with me
It is such a wonderful feeling to wake up this morning
To wake up with...

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I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug...

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It’s Sunday afternoon and several of us, Leong, Sunny, Anna, Lisa and her new BF Dave (well, he isn’t ‘new,’ he’s 26) and I are watching an NFL football game. The Eagles vs the Jets.

There’s...

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It was not the first time, nor would it be the last time that I would observe with pleasure that which I am privileged to see only once a year.  It was Sunday morning...

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FIRST, THERE'S A NEED 
“We have a lot of dust in the house. Where does it come from?
How do we prevent that?”

THE IDEA OR THOUGHT OR REMEDY
The idea or thought or remedy was seen or...

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Earlier in the week I was pretty sick and Peter was pampering me. One night, as Peter was taking away my tea tray, I took a selfie to send to my mom - as proof...

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waterfall from skies compete with my thoughts
must be doing something else,
yet here I am, 

Here. I am.
Again.

Why do I keep coming back here?!?

A mental shake, 
as I chastise myself
 I shouldn't be here, don't belong...

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It's not sadness that haunts me. 
Sadness has shape.
Sadness has weight. 
Sadness weeps and wails and rips the air apart- 
It moves. 

Sadness is a storm. 
You can feel it crash through your chest, 
Leave...

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[Verse]
I got cayenne in my coffee
and I served it up myself
I mixed it up with the cinnamon
and it sure woke up my mouth

You kept me up all night again
but only in my dreams
it seems you...

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I waxed the floor too carefully—
the classroom still blue with youth I left behind.
Fresh chalk lined up like teeth I inhaled and exhaled.
Suspicion wore me like a suit, choking tight at the neck.

The sun laughs,...

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How many families have sadly lost a loved one,
We seem to have become quite numb,
To the numbers, as they escalate daily worldwide.
How many people have lost their job,
For the first time, unbelievable, he or she...

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Take all the way to death and took that car to the West to that car, all the way to the ing best place in the world and that was the bar where they got...

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I'm tired of playing, I'm tired of hiding
Shame for myself is all I'm finding
Why do I gotta be what the world says we should be?
I ain't him, I ain't her, I ain't them, I'm just...

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I can't seem to find myself, where am I, why is it so dark here, too many doors when i touch the wall.

Collecting my scattered guts, I push a door open, hoping to find a...

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I'm soaking in a nice hot bath.
Ridding myself of the day's aftermath.
Then it begins, a dripping noise.
This house can play tricks like bad little boys..

It seems to be coming from inside the wall;
But it's been...

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I first met him in July, seventeen years later
I was shocked to see how much he looked like his maternal uncle
So nothing like me except, maybe, the eyes...yeah, the eyes
"Hi, Alex, I'm Jim." We shook...

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(True feelings)

Not all culture are the same
If variety of different culture did not exist
Variety of history of life and different culture food would not exist. They would not be much to talk about if everything...

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Eventually, you get used to it:
Every time you walk into a room
And all eyes turn to glare at your noticeable difference.

They can’t help but gasp and raise their
Hands to cover their mouth
As if I wouldn’t...

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Ins & Outs Magnetized by the Field

light air music
ejected from from the module
into the surrounding beaks I mean peaks
re-entry minus parachute
flapping arms swimming motions
there is direction 
there is magnitude
kick stroke and glide
among the pecking crows
working...

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They put me in cuffs, throw me in the car, and haul my ass away.
Off to county jail, for good ole' prints and processing.
Then strip off my clothes, and what little is left of my...

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Now I'm not the kind of guy
used to luxury or wealth
fancy "cribs" as they now
call them (ain't that ridiculous?)
the only luxury I've tasted
is on TV with Robin Bleach...
or in brief stays on vacation
where I liveed...

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The sound of the dying day.smoke billowing out of the bowl of grass and trees filling my nares.I stare at the grotesque image in front of me.The trees i have come to love now burn...

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THE ELDERLY AT HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Yes, I am home now for Christmas, here in this nice nursing home,
But no one comes now to see me--I feel like a hermit who roams.
Family all are too busy,...

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