Long In the raw Poems

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"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans.  Each whispered song 
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wounds  of the day"

Virtues are...

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In the raw expanse of land where rivers sigh,  
marked by the shadows of cats and dogs,  
with each puddle of yellow reminding us  
of lives once lived, hearts bound to the...

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Dumbfounded in the raw,
nerves in neon.
Sin-New and bones quartered by time's animation-
Death re-imagined by the law of Thelema and Agenda 21.
Moments of truth corner you in alleys and avenues in the night.
As they are ritually...

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There were images the grey man could not see 
Did not want to see, in all probability

Walking by the glass doors and windows of modern stores
No warmth of being within their cold crisp alloy frames
Where...

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To a dream loved and cherished for years
We return across oceans, dunes and deserts
End the anguish of years and find some solace,	
Arms round friends, a comforting embrace.

The fields have waves of lush, green seas,
Trees shine...

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The Irish band was playing on a Vermont Green
People brought their outdoor chairs, it was a charming scene
I got carried away, tried to sing along
But from the looks on the faces, I'd done them all...

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Lament

Brooding days,
     Vanquished in the unconnected gloom,
            Shower frost,
Standing watch at dawn to pierce the morning
With an artic tempest,
Swirling ‘cross...

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WE ARE POLLUTION
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In the beginning, its said we were just dust,
Conjecture or, simply words I don't trust.
Even the big bang theory is not a positive must.
For the truth in all manner of things, I do...

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In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, hussily strewn, 
as oil painting life,
exactly whispers secrets of easy night, 
spreading open dews, slappy cold earthy maw, 
bubbling crude, trefoil in the raw.

Clovers of hope in...

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Before the sun is fully up
Beside the window with my cup
I watch them come on silent wings
Those wild, beautiful, little things.
Each day they visit more and more
The feeder by my cabin door

Small clans of tiny...

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Time And Zero Farming

-Subas Khanal

People who are taking pictures of age
Suddenly followed by fear of death
It was not just a short story of a thriller movie

In the raw wind blowing towards the settlement
There was smell...

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Stirred.
Blurred.
Deferred.

A haze of thoughts.
In the raw.
Unprocessed unpolished.
Ethereal feral.
Impulses really.

I might drown.
A sea of ambiguity.
Random content 
in my private universe.
 
At times, I can’t be bothered.
At times, I want them loud and clear.
At times, I want...

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I want you,
not in a symphony of promises,
but in the raw rhythm of now,
each beat a fleeting note,
strumming on the strings of today.
Your smile? A wildfire against the dark,
brief but unforgettable,
scorching the edges of my...

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There needs to be vanity,
Or a dark twist to the story.
   A demon angel, Michael
Basking in his glory.

   Then there must be a 
Wicked witch from the West.
   She...

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Indistinct, they circumnavigate in the raw ~ 
they’re thoughts unprocessed and unpolished
ethereal and feral, nothing more than impulses really 

If it were up to me, I might drown in that sea of ambiguity
and forego all...

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The anticipation of flowers blossoming is delightful.
It's incredible to watch butterflies fly to a melody.
The wind is blowing, and the leaves are pivotal.
It's an angelic reason to feel delighted with similarity.

The moon is surrounded by...

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When Comedians Marry

Comics juggle three rings when they wed
On trampoline bed they start a circus 
Keep gold bands on hand while thinking zany thoughts  
The comic husband wears two condoms all the time
To find...

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It was not a decision taken lightly
When we found that our free servitude
Unrequited was by our chosen masters
With their metal monsters they had fallen in love
Growling,roaring and spitting fumes
Our nostrils filling with the smell of...

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From amidst the flies bewildered there
Where his hands rummage the dirty scraps of waste
He lifted pleading eyes without a tear
And brought the putrid scenting meat to meet his taste
I would have turned from it and...

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Suspicious of Being Fictitious 

About Trump have become suspicious;
Nothing about him was ever nutritious;
Fatty tissue,
Is an issue;
His weight and knowledge are fictitious.

Jim Horn

This Do Want To Discuss

With you this we do want to discuss;
Poor guy...

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Wham bam 
thank you ma’am.
This is a slam 
and slam I am.
First and formost
I DON’T like your name.
I live in Pee Dee.
How can I slam someone 
who has the name of my home.
Nope, I’ll just...

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He returned to his quite recent creation
Just to make check on the current situation.
Tigrons slid in from the plains to lie at their ease
Away from midday sun under those singing trees,
Stretching lazily leisurely showing razored...

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The test of time dispels all lies,
And true intentions are revealed;
You said you'd keep me at the top,
And I believe that's how you feel.

Because you always make me smile,
Whether we're out or tryna chill,
You've seen...

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So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
You are mysterious at times a silent secret  in the navel of mans thoughts, a deviance...

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What have you two done,
I can see the age in your faces already,
oh you're so bold and smart
you silly and naive creatures, 
sure, I sheltered you
kept you away from violence, jealousy, and pain,
do you have...

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