Long Interrogating Poems

I see people moving, but going nowhere
I see people moving with their hands thrown in the air
I see people moving but they have nothing to share
Bags and pans, old kettle, and old man
The scavenger, the...

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Inspection took place February 17th, 2023...

At 1330 hours (indicated
courtesy notification slipped under door
less than twenty four hours)
hence foretold ill fate
by property (crooks and quade) management
the head honcho zaftig, wanker,
(who replaced the warden)

and Rich (BOLD FACE...

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The 1AC is a shot in the dark. 
When we use interrogative strategies
we create zones of visibility and possibility.
The potentiality for deliberation
towards a new politic.
 
The study of bare life signals
radical transformations;
The constitutive ambiguity of...

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Those times with the loads of books,
Heart filled with smiles at the age of sixteen
Habitual thinking about love at night in routine
Without having boyfriend tickled pink for every Valentine
Top grade at the level of fascination...
...
Will...

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So again you say
what it is you say
same  different
day
because that’s all
there ever was
whenever you’d play
the minimum chips
you barely waged
and yet I stupidly
played and played
at this gambling
you staged.

You want to cut
you want to
maim so now
I’m...

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Assailed and held prisoner in my bedroom, I fret
Wondering why mad blood seized my head
Inserting an undue threat
Concealed in the seal of the thread

Running through a bevy of thoughts
Silly at best, folly at worst
Waltzing in...

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I find myself in full fantasy mode lately. I have a BF (who I saw a couple of weeks ago) and I’m not interrogating my romantic choices - but he’s not here.

Do I have an...

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not just the weather is unbalanced
i, as well am out of sorts
it’s not just the weather that is making people uneasy
i tend to do that as well because more often than not,
my mind is numb...

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I walked through cities passing factories, in thick smog, dim lights searching,
Over fields of sweet young green corn with a sharp slap from coldest east wind,
Through fickleness of uncertainty of climates looking high and low...

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"One does not become conscious by 
imagining figures of light, but by making 
the darkness conscious." 
--C.G. Jung

At the strike of midnight,
my shadow wets my dreams;
A series of thirsty trials,
drains my insanity.

I cry, thrust and moan, 
"smash my past...slay...

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We had him dead to rights, Herman and I.
On his lips was a smear of blueberry pie.
That bulldog is guilty as sin, we both agreed.
Behind his back, while he carefully peed.

Let’s get him to interrogation,...

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The bleak tear tramples down the stony road
Blown by gushing whirlwinds and manly toil
Gone ravishing thoughts of why have I?
Haven’t recognize reality by this sweet goodbye

Its squeaky cut leaves a bottomless hole in the nut
A...

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I know my flaws!
 why cant i defend myself sir?
I met the cops alone,
We fought alone, 
And now i sit silent 
As you talk to a lazy man
With a white wig on his head
About how...

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I am the woman trying to choose a better journey.
I am the truths. I am the growths that I experience.
I am the skeletons within the closet. The past,
It all burdens me, the ups, the downs,...

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I owe no one but my military conscience
Interrogating me speak! speak!! speak!!!
And though I halt to say a word
It never stops to pound my heart

I owe no one but my military conscience
spoiling all my immigration...

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Woke up to your possessor calling.
Vehement jealousy interrogating
A confrontation been expecting.
Bit my tongue.
Hesitate injecting.
Why? What was wrong?
Her complacency in the way
Toxic courtship to prolong
My indecency
A tiresome cliché
Not the first one, to sing this song
Or the...

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Biting her full lips
Her sweet strawberry breath
warms the air around us
 
The breeze of her conversation
dances across my face
Interrogating my tastebuds into life
 
Her simple touch electrifies my skin
As my whole world spins
amid the whirl...

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Quizz with broad hints for poets

the nose bridge
an ear sans fold kneeling on a slab (sometimes
	an upward curling lobe)
two upper ears sans lobes both folded into each other
two narrow noses meeting isosceles arms one leg...

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Outside October perches it's little feet
upon summer's fading scenery,
replacing marigolds with mums
and swapping tiki torches
for dimly lit jack o' lanterns,
illuminating midnight
with another seasons mysterious approach

and I cannot help but wonder
if fall had a heart,
to whom...

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