Long Incredulously Poems

Just enough to make it just
I want this to be enough to make this
The last song ever, the last note ever
The last romantically, poetically sad excuse for an apology, epilogue
But I've already messed up the...

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From that day on and forward,
I began to see the wretchedness my God had warned me of
He cursed the Lord wholeheartedly, for inflicting yet another agony on him,
In his well he called The Prison of...

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It was midnight and my dream was shattered
I fell into darkness
A nightmare
I was sinking, drowning, dying…
But then I heard the laugh of a child
Carefree and joyful was the music of her lips
She smiled and suddenly...

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Joulupukki began, 
     “I have been thinking about the causality and the circumstances surrounding the events that occurred this morning.”
Gwaldon made a display of searching around with his head turning it...

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POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine
Coffee has its own excitation
The book has...

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Rolly, rolling in shallow surf, every wave a wisp
that'll move me through this sticky sand to the lush land.
Lumbering, waterlogged, soggy heap in my tux,
arms flopping, flailing about, cool currents fill my ears;
mere vestige of...

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Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction,
miraculous events occur that defy logic
One such story was told to me
by someone labeled as mentally sick

This is what I heard,
this is what was told to me
This is the way...

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Sinister glacial dissolution 
verging on huge jagged icebergs reverberate
nature mocking bird song sans bot mot, 
braggadocio, rodomontade, et cetera
distinct, ear splitting, 
and fractal heaving snap, crackle and pop, 
cacophonously fabulous, incredulously humongous, 
and thunderously voluminous...

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The Kung Poo Master, he literally, lives the ancient art of Kung Poo.
He senses and knows, before you do, that’s there’s going to be a poo.
Living with depths of concentration: that we can truly, only...

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Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?

Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking...

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I didn’t want to let her down. She was a fellow teacher in the language institute and a very dear friend. When my husband went on trips, which was often, she’d look out for me,...

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Later that night, Ike and the others arrived
for a gala they held every first of June.
To be filled with dancing, feasting, and fun
with a full band to play people tunes,
inviting every respectable person they knew.
But...

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Deep in the forest was an inaccessible cliff
that soared high above the tall tree canopy.
People had wondered for years what lay beyond
yet the landscape was so inhospitable none dared
to try to reach the impassable cliff...

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I remember the first time I saw her
The scarlet woman
She was nothing like I had heard
She looked beautiful and cold
And wore her name with pride
I don’t know what I expected
Maybe I thought she would cower
Shudder...

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DO NOT FEUD WITH THIS RUDE AND CRUDE DUDE, DUDE

Damn dude, there ain’t even a remote possibility
Because anyone who knows me understands I don’t possess that particular ability
Until you’ve gotten to know me you cannot...

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Battered and bruised mommy cries as she tries to cover her black eyes.
But mommy doesn't see daddy as her demise.
One January 25 mommy and daddy awaited as baby arrived.
Smiles of comfort and tears of joy...

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Hand In The Cookie Jar

The word is out, the waiting suspense is over...
Over here in this small young democratic country...

For quite some time, in this Bolehland of endless possibilities...
There has been fascinating accounts of financial...

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WOULDN’T   IT   BE   NICE
 
You’re walking near the run-down end of downtown
And you see an old woman selling flowers, hand-picked, maybe worthless weeds, 
Or rejects from an uptown florist’s,...

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I remember us
Your voice husked with passion
Your eyes incredulously bright, wet, and near
My will like crumbling dust
It was so sudden and unexpected, your will
To yield from the unimplored edge of fear
And I quivering in the...

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The museum is full of gangs,
child gangs that roam sneering at the 70’s people.
The 70’s people live now in a diorama.
For the most part they are cheerful,
they cut grass with push mowers,
swim in above ground...

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“Hi!” She is about two, round face, enormous brown eyes, pink snowsuit.
Running around Starbucks, while her mother is getting things settled at a table.
Some patrons look amused, others do not look up.  
How they...

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As incredulously the second
hand ticks cuckoo tock

And malevolent the noon is high

I amongst the many few

Gaze upon the circumspect

Of the floating traveling
ghosts slowly moon-walking by

Trying best not to reflect
the stained glass mirror
watching back

Drawing their attention...

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gratifying grand PooBah gnashing happily. How envious 
eye feel. This generic guy hallucinates (walled within his 
lovely bones) incredulously, jealously, knowing lackluster 
marriage never ordained plentifully, quintessentially, royally, 
satisfying throbbing testosterone undulating vibrantly within 
xman...

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Looking up at the sky in the middle of the night 
Gazing through my little scope, the stars shining so bright 
Fascinated by the sparkle of the bodies so divine 
Dreaming wistfully for the day...

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"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille"




Impromptu like a moth
pale words flutter out of his 
psychodelic mind

curious funny flutterby…
for a second then, I didn't move, 
deadpan, I said, 

"... try again with some panache, some style" 
incredulously, I smiled,

he's...

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