Long Improprieties Poems

To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt exclamations and...

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She is a forward-thinking, goal-oriented, methodical strategist, in both personal and professional endeavors. She uses her intelligence, talent, wit and charm to achieve whatever she sets her mind to, but is easily frustrated by what...

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Well, the Feds have gotten another Gov...
Took him to court without much love.

Another corruption trial is on the wend,
Does it seem like these never end?

You've seen him on the TV I'm sure,
Casting aspersions here and...

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…thirteen miners…
…only one survived… 
…still clinging to life...  
...with a history of violations...
It wasn’t West Virginia. 
It was I.
And I’m taking the day off. 
I know it won’t rhyme, 
But I’ve been pummeled.
Run through...

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From my alarm's first beckoning
until that first Venti Columbian at Starbuck's,
I knew the day could be filled with stress.
There was an endless Leadership Staff
meeting where Hanrahan imposed his 
histrionic will on all the less gifted...

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Of Youthful Indiscretions
Written: By Tom Wright
11/28/00  

In our youth,
many desire to dance with life.
Cognizant of,  that at some point,
the dance will end and the Piper paid,
yet we procrastinate.
Life holds each culpable for our...

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-I have a dilapidate imagination,
-My mental improprieties describe my intense self-incrimination.

-The accused are my thoughts and mind.
-The truly faulted is my behavior, unrefined.
-I am undefined.
-Because my self-interpretations are blind.

-There is no way to explain nor...

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by Michaelw1two

 Thought, how resounding it is,
 now that everyone is thinking
 mentation drums as mantra,
 at once each considers linking
 reason deemed illogical,
 blessed now with national rethinking
 purpose gathered within this storm,
 save...

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A CAUSTIC CACTUS

You left me low in the high Sierras
standing naked and all alone
there stood I midst sorrow and sand
sorrow, sand and stagnant stone

there was one lonely cactus
almost lonely as lonely me
both of us begging...

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...inspired by 'Inside And Outside' by Allen Tate


As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another...

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As moonbeams settle softly on her face, 
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there, 
a woman whose whole life was spent in care 
for those who ran and won another race. 
Those stippled hands,...

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As moonbeams settle softly on her face, 
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there, 
a woman whose whole life was spent in care 
for those who ran and won another race. 
Those stippled hands,...

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As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another race.
Those stippled hands, the measure of her...

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At first he is struck by her beauty and grace;
But then he is puzzled by the look on her face.
The look that she has says just go away;
Don't bother me now it's not a good...

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A lot of people I use to know are gone now; and Roe;
Her brother went three days later; and it rocked me hard;
He was only three years older than I am.
So I suppose it follows...

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Beyond the rugged linoleum sheen
of stamped moribund improprieties
where life is nothing but a deep-sixed scene
lost in the postmarked cliffs of postcard seas;

Beyond the frozen wake of guilty flight
taken by seagulls, judged by magistrates,
whose dispassionate paths,...

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