Long Iron out Poems

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My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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Listen the drums are rumbling and the pots are bubbling
Listen, the drums are rolling and pretty girls are dancing
Listen the drums are speaking and my heart is singing
Listen the drums are beating and I am...

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The day Mitchell Malden became a hero
he had only meant to go for a drink,
paced slowly into Slimbed’s only saloon,
where he noticed an unpleasant stink.

He saw Delaney Hannigan at cards
and figured that explained the bad...

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Explode the galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time

Cheapen a poor mans rich taste in fashion
it’s habit to be a creature of design

When the delicate send out the search party
start by scanning the various roadsides
follow the...

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I used to watch my mother sew
she would sit at her machine
and run the fabric through its course
making perfect seams.
She would make me suit,
fit me with lots of little tugs,
call me a handsome little man
and...

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Husband and wife are inside their bed room sleeping,The wife is bordered and couldn`t sleep.She woke her husband,so as to iron out some issues.The clock indicates 1.45am.
WIFE:   I don`t think I can bear...

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‘Out’-discipline!
“Teacher, beaten by student.” “Student stabs another in squabble.” 
“Teachers found without Lesson Plan.” “Noise level unbearable.”
Unfortunately, these would only be a few of the sordid headlines;
 To duly ‘captivate’ readers, if every school had...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a...

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Upon this pillow I lay my head with the crucifix dangling around me and incense burning in front of me. I wasn’t quite sure how I got there but something peculiar was happening over there,...

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Biological copulation draws Easter egg, 
fecund gooey glommed gametes 
heralding zygote 
(adroit bitcoin currency) 
describing extemporaneous fusion 
generate hormonal influx 
juices kickstarting life manifold  
natural occurrence pregnancy 
quilts rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields...

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When this troubled world 
Gets you down so much
And you feel you need 
Someone to listen 
Loving arms for sanctuary
And a loving touch

It's hard to keep your balance
In such an unbalanced place
How can people not...

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Biological copulation draws Easter egg, 
fecund gooey glommed gametes 
heralding zygote 
(adroit bitcoin currency) 
describing extemporaneous fusion 
generate hormonal influx 
juices kickstarting life manifold   
natural occurrence pregnancy quilts 
rudimentary secrete tapestry 
until vicar...

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The eyes are a two way mirror reflecting
whats seen
& behind their glassy stare many things
lay hidden
We're driven by these invisible things & are
passengers in a way
on a journey to self discovery
Recovery of our identity is...

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In the shower I start to cry
Tears of joy, 
All the sad ones have dried

Feels amazing to feel loose ends sewing together
Imagine in a few years, my blanket will be jammed pack
Unattainable dreams I had...

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IN MY VAGABOND STATE OF MIND

Everytime I caught myself buried in overwhelming
responsibilities, feeling lost, trying to stay sane,
I always sank myself in my vagabond state of mind,
dreaming of being on my own, free like a...

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Each day I cry, you may not know,
One day I'm high, the other I'm low,
But willing to become a star,
The walk of hurt wins; leaving a scar.

As the body falls apart,
I stay alive with the...

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I have to become something
It will iron out my faults
Like a shirt with too many creases that still needs to be worn 
I’m a bed sheet with too many stains and too many folds from...

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If we own love, we marry to share
For each other to care
For the long haul genuine love to declare  

Despite God creating us with different procreative functions
Where God intended in marriage to impose no...

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Just about to thaw
Then the numbness blankets me
I thought we finally hit our stride
But it’s me who can’t seem to see

I’m the plague
The infection that spreads
Rusting the perfect simplicity
Taking captives and counting heads

I have to...

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a day inside my mind

What to do? There is so much news
Trump, my mate, didn't do so well. he thought
 he could wing it
against a woman whose handlers had dissected
Trump's tendency to brag, beside we...

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Walk and talk affection
In conducive tones
That fertilise attention
To concerns affecting real folks and their comfort zones  

Where each critical move you make
Adds to their happiness in tough times
As for them you bake a friendship...

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Stuck under the mango tree where you dumped me
I fret, fret, fret, fret and fret
Wondering why you disfigured my peace with glee
When happiness for you and I so much easier to target and get

Than to...

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There is this man
In patterned shirt, perfectly ironed without creases
Where turquoise and gold tear the cloudy sky
Sitting in the concrete castle.
One cannot iron out the scars of the artist.
Artists do not go slowly like turtles...

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Like wild buccaneers
on a partying raid,
they came ashore.
Fierce waters and winds
wielding their destructive swords
grabbing defenceless trees by the necks:
viciously shaking their hair-like foliage heads;
bending their backs; snatching them up
and throwing them here and there.

With torrential...

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I made the bed this rainy and  bleak Sunday,
                   Struggling to iron out the creases on...

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