Long Goin Poems

It's all frustratingly LeftBrain relativistic,
even nihilistic in its darker 
ruminating 
paranoid about chaotic outcomes form,
said Einstein's post-millennial ghost.

So its all synergetic fractal 4D equivalent SpaceTime,
said Fuller,
in co-arising nondual P = N(NP)/2 (0)-Core response.

Interesting you should...

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Red light, the neon beer sign on the distant wall reflects off the long expanse of polished bar top, overpowering the quiet brown wood. It’s after lunch, only a few people in to stir the...

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“There,” Lumi said suddenly and Joulupukki looked through the trees, seeing a small house. 
     “Wait here said Joulupukki, I'll be right back.”
He made his way to the house and called...

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This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other way I could manage to make it...

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‘She’s on again - the annual campin’ trip regatta,
and we’ve got ourselves together for our plans to Wonnangatta. 
The high country; you can’t beat it for the peace and quiet
unless of course some plans get...

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This piece is based on a true series of events --


First time me an’ Jessie seen him - walkin’ in from nowheres - 
couldn’t o’ been a stranger sight - as each of us recalls,
But...

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Young Timmy saw Jim walking down the street.  Timmy considered a quick retreat, but steadied himself with a shrug.  Timmy dreaded the sight of Jim, a teenage bully and wanna be thug, who...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden,
Paying respects...

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April 3,  2051

Dolly speculated about home, "the kids."
And decided Skype contact before
The dawn of day. Next day early morning.
Dolly was thinking, "this turned out 
Completely different than expected.
Ooo this was Not the plan. She...

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This is, as indicated, the 1st THIRD of this lengthy poem. The 2nd and final thirds had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other way I could manage to make...

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‘Twere me an’ Ol’ Dan, on a cold winter night - whilst ridin’ the streets o’ McGiven  
Who noticed a couple o’ fellas ride off from the house where the preacher was livin’!

Far as...

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Officer Gwendolyn Becker - a “newbie” - at Newark P. D. down in 'Joizey', was combin’ the streets for a couple o’ thieves who’d been holdin’ up stations and stores...
When - back in an alley...

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T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club on the base,
jist me and my sisters alone in the...

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I found out, walking the difficult route,
That falling in love ain’t a friend at all
No one can hear my midnight shout, I’m out
Try to knock me out, but I’ll stand tall
Help is on the way...

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 I am a Son of an African American
I run
my turmoils taints the history books
yet people give me evil looks
I run
I choose
Yet I am 
Black and blue, this is my physical hurt

Been given a name...

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“Wha’da-ya’ s’pose he’s thinkin’ about,” I heard a nurse inquire, “he sits there almost every day just gazin’ at the pond?”
“Hard to say,” a laundry gal replied, “but chances are...if you could, somehow, read his...

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This tormented soul of mine is aching for attention…you discarded me long ago
How dare you disrespect me in front of my friends...I feel this uneasy sensation…
I don’t give a damn if you were just frustrated…I...

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Me real name it is Bill Vonbertouche,	
but for short most folk just call me Bill.
Me Mum and Dad say I’m real smart,	
but the girls reckon I’m just a dill.	

But let’s just get this one thing...

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A SONG AGO

Our cousin filled a flash drive with songs
From the Fifties to date,
I would like to share some, beginning with the late,
Mr. Frank Sinatra, Frankie boy,
Still my favourite, to listen to, such joy!
‘I did...

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The boss aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen 
born at Monmouth Medical Center 
in Long Branch, New Jersey, 
on September 23, 1949. 

His nationalities include hodgepodge 
of Dutch, Irish, and...

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~Peter Pan And Alice In Wonderland~
(Short story or Narrative style)



Did you find out what's wrong with Alice?

As a matter of fact, I just did last night, after everyone went to sleep.

So can you tell me,...

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~Peter Pan And Alice In Wonderland~
(Short story or Narrative style poem)



Did you find out what's wrong with Alice?

As a matter of fact, I just did last night, after everybody went to sleep.

So can you tell...

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~Peter Pan And Alice In Wonderland~
(Short story or Narrative style poem)



Did you find out what's wrong with Alice?

As a matter of fact, I just did last night, after everybody went to sleep.

So can you tell...

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~Peter Pan And Alice In Wonderland~
(Short story or Narrative poem)



Did you find out what's wrong with Alice?

As a matter of fact, I just did last night, after everybody went to sleep.

So can you tell me,...

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