Long Irregularly Poems

Sharpening the cells in cerebrum and cerebellum 
Through meditation, arts, knowledge and strategy
With emotion, motion of sad and happy persons 
From the history up to date and the moving pages 
Writers write, artists art in...

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There will be a test, three questions, my spirit guide told me.  I heard the first one upon entering the astral plane. “Who did you love?”  
A fuzzy gate was less than ten...

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There‘ll be black humour today,
Gentle ribbing, banter and jokes, 
Stripping away of egos, repartee
Among our mixed group of folks.
Bruising conversations maybe,
But in a non malicious way.
No place for the thin skinned
That’s just not how we...

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“No Words Spoken: Eyes of a Soul to Eyes of a Soul”



No words. Eyes of a Soul speak to Eyes of a Soul.

No words 
can interpret the loss of such beauty, such innocence, such promise.

No...

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No romance today.


The cemetery was deserted,
at the far edge of the tiny village,
shrouded in a fine sultry fog.
Large black trees threw darkened shadows
over the deserted gruesome sepulchers.

Few cared to visit, few cared to tend the...

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He’s a strange kinda guy,
even he wouldn’t challenge that assertion
When you see him, you sense
something’s a bit off
But don’t bother asking him,
his appearance will tell you why
Wearing clothes that don’t color coordinate;
his socks are always...

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Undulating flights from skinny dipping ears of corn is not that noted in spring. But dashing through and over crevasses is just an  absolutely amazing sight. It is often performed in ten minutes whilst...

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middle of the night
high on cocaine
cigarette smoking in the ashtray beside me
upset
frustrated
my heart aches
it hurts
it beats irregularly
i can feel the burn in my chest from the stress and anxiety and confusion and pain
she said she...

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Rolling

Again today I am begging, an umbrella in raining
I am forgetful to sake out for future from child hood
My emphasis remained pass days from others support
In it nature itself increases hands towards me.

Laziness developed from...

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A prose poem based on Copotronic love (Scifie)
by Tamanna Ferdous
One day, I was all prepared to test him about his IQ.

After testing him with different questions in general knowledge,

I read him from an antique Bengali...

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Many believe that a troubled soul
is the true muse of the true artist.
That misery and anger brings out
the words, brush strokes, of creation.

I don't know if that's right or not,
e'en though it affects me deep...

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The ponderous fog lifted early,
now the widening bounteous blue
makes its presence known,
my feet stay on the ground,
but my eyes climb an upward
journey passing slowly in review
and as big as passion itself.

I'm gently carried to another...

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Sore, sadden alone and down trodden. Smitten
Stuck on the facts we’re not truly physical
I use to visualize I saw, I touched not anymore
The scent of you not anymore
Even in mine dreams the sight of you...

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My Heart,
My heart beats and pounds faster the closer I get.
Why does it pound irregularly?
Is it this other being I see so close to me?
I call out to her but she doesn't seem to see...

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All for love
All is lost
Lost in time
Lost for ever
Ever hopeful
Ever ready to please 
Please forgive me
Please come home
Home is empty
Home is quiet
Quiet no pleasure
Quiet time to think
Think of moments
Think of you
You are my life
You are...

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River of Doom 

Sad sight dry river, and twenty years ago it was 
three metre deep and had trout. We caught some 
with nets and, fried them on a small fire and felt 
like cavemen....

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9/24/12

have you forgotten it all within a moment?
does the feeling ever return to you?
or are you blank without passion or virtue?
does all i say simply run through you?
or does it sink in and get lost...

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Screaming crow perched atop the flat screen,

messages from the otherside fold in to skin

invisble current

Flowing angrily against grinding teeth

The ruckus awakens deep within us

something terribly holy,

something irregularly pure

pouring

out eyes too awake for a somnambulant world

drowning...

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Demography,
Geography,
Gender.
Age.

Curb,
Obtain,
Courtship.
Parenthood.

The shape of life is staired,
Either irregularly paired,
or regularly squared.
We find shame in familiar places,
Stamp fame over unventured traces.

Bond to fulfill culture.
Pendulum swings affirming the law of nature.
Sowing coincides with reap.

As man toils to control...

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