Long Graphical Poems

ON EVIL DOINGS

I blame all of it, the evil doings, on boredom. 
It is a widely unrecognised source of wickedness. 
Unfortunately, it certainly is.
The absence of purpose is not a lack of things to do,...

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this own lee bro' thar of yars 
   dashed analogously graced
on par how a marathon runner raced
to Macbook Pro laptop computer post haste 

soon as he goat back 
   to his...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom, 
stealing royal violets 
from the smokey estuaries 
flowing beneath the...

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I do appreciate the sky
that is not flying high
the moon is so powerful 
the yellow grey clouds protective of,
The light blue sky that turns Blue 
Latter the white clouds,
Suddenly my memories travel Radical
The magic autobiographical...

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oh human rights watch
aren't you tired of watching

the
roasted Yemeni children 
is conscious haunting

an illiterate Emirati pilot
got his finger on the trigger

next to him a Saudi shylock 
in his helmet bragging
my thumb is bigger

the Queen and...

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Aventurine was sort adequate to be able to why don't we only at Greatly involve some enjoy moment on the video game, Darkfall, and also actually acquire our own palms unclean from it. Needless to...

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No negro no shame no more
African American name calling 
We by the other game you know
My pain!  Damn scam I scan the
Rain you see the vein the 
proof in the pouring
We seek the fame...

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written few years ago
preceding breakup of first born offspring   
and her Puerto Rican born beau,
when existence of averred progeny did flow
smooth and minimally disrupted
she exhibited countenance with radiant glow.
 
recalling family feast of...

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Seems like I could be on top of the world.
I think about poetry like my tongue is pearled.
Just the other day I wrote a poem to honor another poet.
I spun around in a spin to...

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'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu
air quotations or a hallucination,
naught tangible to the naked eye
but an echoing of whirlwinds,
mere beginning of an expansion
tucked aside noncommittal whispers
reverberating discorporate shadows
on dividers of processing graphics,
rough drafts' emphatic intimation
of...

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Existential graph of 
graphical language 
Classical narrative 
causalities anguish 
Expressive instrument 
exposing our emotions 
Simple and untainted 
intuitive senses devotion
There is a glamour to it 
a perfection or symmetry
Creative imagination 
uncensored chemistry 
Breaking free from...

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Mental stretching, the required sacrifice
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division
To all exercises, these four are the basics
Hell on paper but sweet in its understanding
Equations and formula, serving as raw products
Mastering the existence of numbers to gain...

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I am but a mere speck
In a wreck of emotions  
In a larger pile promotions 
Of writers and dreamers 
And graphical screamers 
Who surge to the screen
That wonderful machine
To thrust out their feelings 
Who...

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Poetry has a hidden meaning, 
words designed to invoke a feeling, 
unveiled by the writer to his prey. 

A graphical hook, the trap now set, 
imagery, a heroic couplet. 
The poet’s task is finally a...

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