Long Graphed Poems

La Poetess Gardener;
And in her garden she's growing;
Small flower Jan Allison;
We thank you for your words and verses of encouragements;
How be it some funny, a lot heaven sent;
We thank you for sharing your creativeness;
A small...

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Schooled in hard knock sufferance... -
soulful scribe matt er fact - seeks solemn sanctuary

Despite always pledging
allegiance to the flag
academic performance traced, narrated,
graphed... unfavorable zigzag

vertical lined spikes across
x-axis and y-axis displayed
dramatically sharper increased crag
when promoted one...

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what lurks behind the shadows takes refuge in the
places that one cannot speak without a lawyer and
a place to stay when the going gets rough in the
shadows right out there buried & bustling without
restraint without...

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Paying forward kindnesses done...
courtesy family, friend or stranger

Appreciative when nonagenarian
papa telepathically hears me yelp
and/or non twisted sisters,
who time and again offered
unsolicited beneficial help.

Indeed unable to reciprocate
that's not quite all he wrote
when kith/kin allotted this ole...

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Jump Start My Heart



The pulse is barely detectable growing weaker every second
Oxygen, breath of life so thin the moment he went through the glass
Emergency, emergency, code red means critical care needed
Emergency, emergency more time the...

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Rhinos in a line eating hay often defecate simultaneously and with such a thud it writhes the snakes out of a hibernated slumber. But a single dotted line is neither a breadbasket overloaded and overweight...

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Many patterns appearing within grasp these few months avoiding them like hurdles cuz they reach into my depths to much
expanding and evolving, scaling my thoughts, weighing 1,2, or 3 tons just mathematical coincidence, sends me...

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“Excellent.  Thank you.” - My hasty
gratitude sliced through my tongue.

“Excellent.  Thank you.,” She mirrored, 
with veiled mockery.

“Been on this earth for twenty three years, 
and that’s the best I can do.”, I impulsively
announced...

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Bravado and gaiety,
Marked the laity,
They were intoxicated,
From the problem they had been extricated,
There was a man,
Who was the swan,
Among celebrating also swams,
He gesticulated victorious,
And puffed and smelled the air,
His chest was pulled out,
As he marshaled...

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**Dedicated to one of those nights where I lay awake at night and feel the weight of the world fall upon me in the dark...**


  I struggle trying to balance success and doubt..
They both...

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Will you know me if...
Heavens above must and 
I am just here existing 
I can not ever stop persisting 
You know, Gods I am not
Resisting. 

Lo and behold a stellar meaning
Just only right here in...

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(In loving memory of my big brother, Reg)


Right within my den
Calligraphic letters you penned
Surfaced as reminder of the love we shared
I see picture perfect portraits
No negatives.

You do appear on wings of time
Like sun's penetrating light
In...

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I grabbed my steel machete and chopped off her head.
She is dead now, she is dead now, she is cement dead.
My first husband slept through it, I can hear him snore.
I got my boss, I...

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newly deceased ghost lit his own caustic farts
wearing aluminum kitty cat ears with red jeweled hearts
our resident wild man Count Dracula laughed
as wisconsin cheese's weird math wizard graphed

gram’s annual preteen sunday school halloween party
was sailing...

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To find a maximum that’s relative
You have to walk these steps defined in full.
Remember, relative extrema live
(Or are) there at numbers critical, 
And they should be continuous at “c”.
Monotonicity, after the lull,
(In here there is...

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Flowers still blooming in a place people care 
lemon Trees, rose bushes 
honey hives growing in pairs 
weed plants, trees graphed, fruit bushes
growing like stairs,
yellow stripes, proof essential life still works to share 
i appreciate...

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words written in graphite

eraser in hand but the pencil is sharp

traces leave their mark and point to the truth


ink from a deep fountain

smudged by a wandering quill

inches forward on paper thin canvass


invisible imprints

scripted from a...

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