Long In on the ground floor Poems

Date December 31. 2040

Damian Stood on the ground floor
Of the new Mansion while 
GrandDad Hakim rested In the
Living room watching TV.  The
First level was half complete. 
Damian thought the pace needed
Quickening. He would have...

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The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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Here's the scoop, friends...
   This is, as indicated, the 1st THIRD of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd and 3rd parts had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No...

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Another day in dreamland

Wake up.  Watch the sun ease in the light
like the day before, goin back, and on some more.
Cuddle with the reasons why while I collect
my unconscious back from the sky.
Okay, get...

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Empty nest syndrome, plus lapsed romances revisited...
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris
sentimental memorialized mental archive

No matter mine eldest daughter
(born December 22nd, 1996)
starred circa within storied
Matthew Scott Harris family
rendition of Breaking Home Ties.

Now interspersed with
following recherché trivia:
originally titled...

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       Ducks and Ducklings


        My daughter's residence favoured my luck !
           ...

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They have been hiking  for a lifetime  landing upon harsh rocks and dry land, 
ragged and torn battered and bruised they are not coming to amuse.
Last night I watched the moon as it...

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WinWin Balloon EcoPolitics
for growing community health,
said the EarthBalloon economist,
is most effectively improved
by focusing on the bottom
of Earth's sacred communal balloon,
accepting shared responsibility
for those stuck in ground floor economies
of chronic survival issues,
perpetually repeating despairing depressed circles,

Rather...

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I was born the eighth among nine siblings .One sister Gladyss Darlene ,seven years older ,died after five days from a condition she would have probably survived had she been born in the hospital.I have...

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Dragon is always in Hero mode, most certain of that, you can be sure.
The Sheriff of CrazyLand is a stickler for all the rules, he does ensure.
If only either one of them… had at least...

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There seems to be silence within the serene night,
 yet those indoors have eternal cries of unspoken fright.
One man drowns in chocolate, shamefully eying his hips,
as the woman next door kisses the hundredth man’s lips....

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My first poetry reading on April 15, 2011 at Café Jolesch in Zittau

This evening I read the first five of my poems before an audience in the beautiful Art
Nouveau atmosphere of Café Jolesch under the...

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John
Is 65 and a tall man
Dressed in a white suit and tie
With nice tennis shoes fuzzy socks
And some hair plopped on top.

Mary is 24 with blond hair and a smile so fun
Her sweetness tosses like...

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Part 2 - The Great Fire of London, 1666

Just think of a town, put up with no plan, 
where people build houses wherever they can. 
The streets twist and dip, hugging ditches and streams, 
and...

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IF ever I had a country : LVIII - LIX

			LVIII

IF ever I had a fantasy country
And if ever I were left to choose a country existing in reality
I'd certainly opt for a country not run...

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I. 
they say 
there exist languages without words
without syllables yet pronounced,
like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other
at dinners in our family.
a vase shattered to the floor last night
at an...

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Title: My growing up (episode one)

I was born to a native parents 
I guess my mum was a woman of substance
Papa is so good 
I can't write too much about myself at the ages before...

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Friday Night Check-ins


The days have been calm and collected.
The guests have been happy, content.
The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel
To avoid the upcoming event.

Weekend receptionists tremble
As the Friday night check-ins approach,
Fearing the tsunami of...

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If I am not sick with pareidolia,
I couldn’t notice‘The Scream’ by 
Edvard Munch on my neighbour’s door,
created by the light coming from
the ground floor. 

Not even the pit on the footpath, 
where a stone was...

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Poet,anjali denandi,mom
…………………………………………..

My successs





i do not know many words.
i did not win many awards.
yet, i am a poet;
i create and create.........
yes, i donate and donate.........
i never earn.
oh ! don't think it, fun !
yes, i have many...

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A McMansion for Sale

By Elton Camp

It’s a deal that can’t be beat.
Why, it has 4,000 square feet.
The ceilings are ten feet high.
In this extraordinary house buy.

The garage will hold four cars.
It has two dens, both...

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Please excuse me for trying to pre-empt the censors that now live among us. I hope that my meaning is clear.

	A Much Better One

The world's always been, as it is now,
a very se***l place. Organisms,...

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I'm used to the dark skies 
I live in the part of town 
where the sun don't shine 
I take the long way around 
Just to find there's no turning back time 
Ain't nothing here...

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