Long Grumbles Poems

The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that...

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He is looking at her a bit sanctimoniously
He is about to mansplain again

"Am I spooking you?" he asks grinning
"I'm not trying to propose, Cutie.
God no. Could you imagine?
I just think it's possible, you know?
I'm just...

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Silence and Shouts

I listen to him breathing.  If it’s labored, I ask, “Are you okay?”
And from over the rings of walls of silence he has built around himself, 
He implores, “You hear so poorly,...

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" Jesus, Rex Judaeorum," how best could he 
Have shown his qualities than dying on the cross, a fatal fee.   
What could he have said while dying than;
"Deusin manus tuas commendo...

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IV.
When Reth walked back down to his battered friends,
he said,”I knew not that he was such a fool.
If I’d had known, I’d have led you myself,
but there is still time, and much we can do.

“Every...

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THE BOOK OF HELL

     DAIMON HELLSTROM
[NB. This poem is the confession made by the biological son of the devil satan,SALAZAR, in
a court session in heaven. This is a confession he made...

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Hiking through a woodland glen 
as mellow shards 
of sunset bend 
to capture 
bright 
in waters clear 
reflections 
caught 
from mountains shear 

The silhouette sings twilight's best 

Enchanting beauty 
north by west 

'Twas then...

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Pallets, Jacks, and the Soft Sounds of the 70's
OR
My Summer Summed Up Summarily for a Small Sum
A constant beeping chirp echoes through the warehouse, strangely comforting the workers who walk these aisles and habitually straighten...

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THE DRAGLINE  for Pete Brett 

One hundred foot boom 
 7-½-yard bucket 
The tracks are like 
 Ones on the tracks of a tank
They go chunk clunk and clank  

Arm of the boom...

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White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to...

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In a dark and barren wasteland, in a black hole of time,
a lonely man that wanders - sorrow eating up his mind.
On his shoulder, troubles weigh, crushing down his soul;
a backpack filled with shattered dreams...

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Please silence the place in me that grumbles,
The me that tries to be everything for everyone,
The me that disagrees when a smile is placed before me,
The me that compares my heart to others,
The me who...

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When Pelchag first head of the new prophet
he didn’t give it all that much real thought,
some merchant claimed that on a cliff-top
by a trio of angels he’d been taught

what God desired of his mortal children,
what...

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My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.”

I...

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The morning paper is everywhere, the breakfast dishes, are here and there
Her feet up in the easy chair, the old man in his underwear
The phone starts ringing loud and clear, so hubby quickly disappears
When he...

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Forecasts

 
'...the burnt-out end of smoky days'

                            T.S....

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A moment of silence.
Join me, O mother earth
As I whisper a prayer,
For your son's stricken to death.
By the invisible scythe of corona. (Covid-19)

Listen to the tunes 
Of these sorrowful strings
All you far and near.
For the...

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Hello, my name was given to me by my parent's at birth,
I did not ask to be here; see im here on this earth!
Just like you and you know this that I write, it is...

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'...the burnt-out end of smoky days'



                    T.S. Eliot


 

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The evening rumbles in 

and grumbles, tea...

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II.
She didn’t wake up until the next day,
at first she didn’t quite knew where she was,
through bleary she saw her husband there,
he said,”I wasn’t sure you’d make it, my love.
I didn’t know if my prayers...

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A lab mouse grumbles: 
“I’m so frustrated! I don’t know why 
I have to be confined in this narrow path with high walls on both sides. I’m forced to lick food scraps I find on...

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle 
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle, 
nibble, drink their tea and chatter, 
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered 
in...

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'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot


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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around...

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...inspired by T.S. Eliot

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as...

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Scene beneath is utterly true
   Veracious (ridiculous) account
   Told by me from baby eye view,  
    - Utterances she was without 


Eighth day in the cold bright...

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