Long Ingot Poems

Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism

Psyche wracked with agony
impossible mission to extricate lovely bones
they wanna remain permanently abed.

I chiefly function to amass knowledge
courtesy assiduously, habitually,
and judiciously reading
an eclectic assortment of written material.

Yours truly woke
with ambition, disposition,
inclination,...

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I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage

Indentured gumption forsaken 
courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth
this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters...

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Made in Sheffield by Steven Cooke

Its Early Morning, a mist descends into the valley.
Not a Mist, from some love poem, but a fog forged in graft.
No sun shines here, for there is no welcome.
For here...

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Only when yours truly busies himself...

Feigning to emulate NON GMO
garden variety English major oh just so
ho-hum, this ousted son and cingular bro
biological byproduct of papa's yoyo

after mama taut Peppy how to grow
big and become vein,...

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12/23/21


Accidents and intentions coincide
Meaning it was or wasn't of one's own design
Caused a mark
Girl you left me in the dark
You were in mine, but I guess I wasn't in your heart
So why keep you notified
This...

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Stuttering heaves of prickling breaths
the wind I swallowed is laughing at me
or is it the oxygen it boasts that mocks the lungs that crave
ammunition, cogent, to birth veristic life?

Whatever it is, I’m past caring
yet the...

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(Otherwise titled poetic
gobbledygook trot -
oven chilly cooked confusion eliciting
faint thanks a lot
unbeknownst this tasteless,
senseless, rhymeless... lettered

Rorschach test tease I jot
interpretation, viz hitting
analogously like amorphous melted ingot
watch yourself...
d's lines iz still smok'n HOT,
now I puzzle regarding...

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This is the land
known for its unique diversity
You don't have to search very hard,
just look around at the different exotic trees
The baobab and the coconut,
the eucalyptus and the almug
History books have done this place an...

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Poetry to me is a very beautiful thing, 
It’s about your identity and community, 
About friends, family and kind feeling, 
And it’s about how you place in society. 

It reflects upon your sexual partners, 
References...

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TWO   KIDS   REMEMBERING


There we were

Next to the railtracks in the middle of the industrial heartland of 1950s Tyneside

Martin and me 

Summer’s day and no money and no place to go except...

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A shadow, nay, sullen thunderhead 
inducing a deluge of emotions 
moved across thousands of darkened souls

Freaks, stoners
shy, smart
geeks and loners
outcasts with dreams and compassion in their heart

Strangers like me

To us, you were a friend
we live...

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Little lemmings,
beware of the Yukon yodel
Don’t ear swallow the Arctic shiny yellow
Fake eureka disclosure: It’s jingle hollow
So, enamel blowflake please,
place not your panhandle hope
in Ivory Boast fool’s goad

I, ebony breath beg of thee,
be not glutton...

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Two sisters born afar from my terrain
one rising near Taj Mahal ‘s glorious dome ,
another hopping on lanes of maple trees;
still, poetry traces their heartfelt rays
enduring continental divide
like silken wishes on angel cheeks
plying on a...

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When night falls it brings rise to my smile and mood, I rush for bed; sleep is the time 
where I am most alive. I smile into your eyes as I kiss your forehead then...

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Money funds well the way of quest,
Ideas now tell of ample fest.


Cash makes good sense to exchange form,
Money works tense in calm or storm.


This great idea makes easy change,
The route is clear for sure and...

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I never knew I would write
a poem that is wealthy and white
on a pad that is plain and powerful
amidst the poets that are bold and beautiful.

Now, I have got more passion to pen
poems that will...

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A smithy peers into a white hot
Ingot formed square
Seeing the idea of a meaning
Form there
How many turns at the anvil
How many soakings
In the heat
Long sweating hours hammering
Out her beat
The shape of the curve
Coaxed, twisted
Unnerve
Rough forged
Dimpled...

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The sky is cast in Heaven’s forge
With pourings of molten sun.
Clouds rise like steam from the furnace gorge
As liquid colors start to run.

Bright yellow light is liquefied
And spills from the bubbling pot.
It illuminates the countryside
In...

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A burning golden river.
A thousand ember dots.
Whose endless waking slivers,
Hide liquid molten knots

A contented purring timbre 
Of viscous weary rock,
Caught in eyes of amber
And weeping molten locks

Its ingot rivlet ripples
Wafting whispers in the air.
Its quaking...

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