Long Interrogations Poems

Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours...

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To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt exclamations and...

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I will not let you go

My love do you think I will afford to let you go away?
Just like that! 
Without questions and interrogations
without knowing the reason why you choose to walk away
you am not...

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Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds.

Now I look back to think….

Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I...

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Psssst ¡

Did you know that the sublime petaled kisses
Of each could spin your heart to an aching mountain
Where worshiped on the pedestal of Earth
Such breath would utter your divinity

Ahhh ! I have collected these tremulous...

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Trucker Duckie

His P.I.C handle is:
TRUMP DOGG

Road incorrecto políticamente 
rolls his 18-wheeler Hogg

Transporting border illegals is the 
			  Primary cache crop haul
Outfoxing blue Smoky Bears
			is his favorite Duckie call

Just like the Big Don,
dodging the Law
is...

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I addressed the young stranger sitting alone on a park bench:
"Hi, I'm Jason Bills." His handshake was firm, his smile uncertain
but warm.

"Hello, Jason. I--I don't know my name or where I am!"

And so began the...

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I am the vampire, is this thing on?
As I said I'm merely a pawn.
NOW you're recording? I am the vam--oh bother it all!
Must we do this in the bathroom stall?
Wolfman took the girl, anyway.
He's always...

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Nuthin’…..

I do it all the time…
been doin’ it all my life
y’know….nuthin’

Started early – as a kid
during Mom’s interrogations

“Where were you?”
“OUT.”

“Who were you with?”
“NO ONE.”

“Where did you go?”
“NOWHERE.”

“What did you do?”
“NUTHIN’”

As I aged doing NUTHIN’
became an...

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I am running from a iniquitous force
Feeling his fiery breath on my neck
I am so tired of trying to escape from it
I am so tired of being trapped in this gloomy abyss
Chained to his endless...

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I thought I saw a snowflake in June
Perhaps, it was just silly daydream imaginations
Or were ongoing investigations really do

Upon further horizon inquiries
The sun ended interviews in blushing denial
And when heavenly interrogations finished
The sky was turning...

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You don't have to see this:
You don't have to stress the eyes
Cause you won't understand
Yes!
You would not
You don't have to...
Nothing is wrong!
You don't have to read my poem
You will wither into my pain
Please don't read...

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QUESTIONS….

They thought my
dinnertime inquiries
about their days at public school
were interrogations, investigations
pursuant to suspicions of misbehavior,
missing homework, dissatisfaction or
deeply hidden traumas needing parental 
intervention
I must have seemed imposing and 
invasive, annoyingly aggressive as 
I peppered them...

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A repetitive stamp on a passport
can expedite our joyous first meeting.
Love spurs a nervous heart
towards a new, unknown life.

Papers collected and shuffled,
we pray for official acceptance.
The gatekeepers eyes penetrate
with suspicious glares of denial.

The bureaucracy divides...

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Tonight's episode...  
When rumor meets reality, 
what truth shall shake loose 
as your body surrenders
 to temptation rising? 
Resolved to perform
 interrogations and coercions
 that land on agreeable moments. 
Snapping like orchestrated jazz 
and...

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dancing to the rhythm of my world
it helps me to ignore you and the force of the grip that pulls you
the rhythms heard are the medicines of my motion
it is then when i can truly...

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A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from...

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" EVERY MAN DIES - NOT EVERY MAN REALLY LIVES. "
                        ...

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Of cold hands, of cold feet
Rage lies in thy heart
No one could understand.
This world is an oblivion filled with innocence and dishonesty.

Of feelings and of truth
Lies are the only truth.
Beholding thy warmth of rage,
And rage...

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When my days seem to be 
Full of obscurity and desolation 
And when my vision seems unclear and blurred
When the world becomes
An arctic and void atmosphere
I find aspiration in you 
Never in my uninhibited conception...

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I am a stranger. My reclusiveness
And painful lonesomeness in my exile
Is severe. But yet in my aloofness
I contemplate an unknown charming isle
And this meditation surfeits my dreams
With specters of great and distant lands that
My eyes...

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The very moment I experienced her attitude, she lifted me to quite an altitude.
Her perfumed demeanor and composure, was to me an extreme exposure.
It all started with a gorgeous walk..then followed a talk.

Her dimpled smile...

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