Long Hideouts Poems

Oh my soul what hails you?
Oh my soul what awaits you?
Oh my soul why are you in despair?
Oh my soul I have not deserted you
Oh my soul I have something to share
Oh my soul I...

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Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly 
leaving me dumbstruck,
how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; 
ofttimes imagined as time thief.

Hence following vignette: quiet as a mouse lurks the time thief...

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We are human being with a soul
We were taken from the North and South Pole
And left in a basket at the flagpole
If all the relics in history were unfold
You would discover that the real threshold
Is...

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Unquotable quotes: Writers – XXXVIII

     for Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra and Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoieski  
     who let not even hope sustain them and who used their...

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In the heated performance of the day, 
 summer wet evenings close the 
   curtains, concluding with a thunder 
     jest and a gift of wipe. The crawling 
...

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When I was very young
All I really wanted
To be was an Indian.
My mother always read to me -
Stories of fairies and elves,
Of princesses and ogres, witches,
And brownies who did good deeds.
Poems, “Wynken, Blynken and Nod”,
“The...

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Growing up in Podunk Missouri,
meant that we had the freedom to roam.
Up and down rivers and wooded hills,
those places that we called home.

Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries,
and at least the ones that didn’t fill...

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An apple lay on a plate,
On the house's threshold with eight
Young children and their pets
Awaiting to be eaten and never left

A hand held the apple 
Rising it to its mouth's level
Unto the mouth the apple...

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the emptying of a mind, into the ether  
all that was contained suddenly skywards  
always to be firmly rejected by gravity  
     we have to live with the...

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I’ve never really wished
To be a child again.
For growing up’s too hard
To even put to pen.
But somehow, in my mind,
The difficulties fade.
The memories that linger
Are joys that childhood made.

The endless summer days
Making hideouts, climbing trees,
Spying...

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If you laugh at anger and allow some pride, 
You may not be quite the same person inside; 
If you ignore a little greed, just to yourself, 
And inspect sloth in worship as an act...

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They sit on the thrones..
Yes, they sit higher than God,
But call themselves servants..
Of whom?
Ego or obsession?
Or some kind of mental sickness?...
They proclaimed themselves leaders.
But good followers, they never could be.
'Little knowledge is dangerous...' it's been...

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I haven't written anything for a while
I really need a blues-rocker for an ep I have planned. 
The music is pretty much already there with it being blues/rock. 
Written while nervously hungover. I suppose it...

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Crabs tip toe along the bottom
daintily picking at morsels
with their crushing claws.
This is an arena for carnivores,
creatures made for tearing flesh,
or picking carcasses clean
with a kiss. 

Hinged mouths
engineered for swallowing whole
lay in wait in mud...

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I hear a child bemoan in dreams, reclaiming dreams,
His dreams he dreams alone of flying with songbirds,  
Picking and chewing, oozing juicy fruits in teams,
And dancing gaily, prancing to the tune of words, ...

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Before the birth of fatherless children
Life was good, the land was peaceful
To the field we went happily
Children knew and played with fathers
Peace died because war was awful
To unlivable areas women fled unhappily

Fathers taken as war...

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Bricks of pain heaved on feeble frame
Hell’s ring tone in fragile ears
Exits incomparable in life’s little memory
A goddess gone, the pillar of a heart’s strength.

Lured above reason by fables,
By mean mortals of and kings of...

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Traveling through the back roads
I find I still remember the way
to the old hideouts and pathways
that brought us here to today.

Those old winding tree lined paths
 flow so easilg through the woods.
 with a herd...

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Sorry, no graceful way to say his....
Your friends and family under green grass lie.
Body filled with odious pride, the hand of death shall pass you by?
As self inflicted hideouts lie.

No adoring prince, family nor money...

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L ynn is how my name’s pronounced
I ntegrity and imagination the ideals
N otably nostalgic on occasion
E clectic maybe even a little eccentric

M otivated by a playful muse
O pen-minded at times obstinate
N o fancy pseudo nom...

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In shortness of breath 
he heaves thundering hooves
over gravel road and through thorny brush
In terrors madness he dashed
as elves lie in still and
fae giggled from imaginary hideouts
down into the meadow he dashed,
the gripping thud of...

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Soul droops when the weather is wet,
darkened days, drizzle on windows,
Wife watching same soaps,I detest,
no one to talk, no friends, no foes!

Birds take a nap in their hideouts,
cat warming up near fire place,
some eager sports,...

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When the sun goes down
She comes to town
Gazing all around
Yet no one has found    
fireflies lit the darkest night
cry of cricketers in their hideouts,
break the silence at night.
Her hope chased every
Nook and...

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When the storm hit my nest
I thought of finding my safety as being a must
I searched everywhere I could
Even among the hideouts made of wood

I realised not that the storm was sent on purpose
If negativity...

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Poetry grows in silence,
and  darkling the imagination
  in the clouds begins the sky
besides, we don't conceive how it is right...
 On limbo we stand still,
we await any solution,
this life is only one life,
where...

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