Long Jumbled Poems

Perhat Tursun

Perhat Tursun (1969-) is one of the foremost living Uyghur language poets, if he is still alive. Born and raised in Atush, a city in China's Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, Tursun began writing poetry...

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Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious...

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Noddy"

It was on a holiday mrng
Sum1 at the door Barking..
I saw a cute puppy,,
N came out feeling happy..

It was beautiful like an white Pearl 
Looked delicate like an flower worl..

I called it near, ,As it...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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IS THIS...?             Poem 8/17/

Written for Jim Eslinger , 37-year anniversary

What are these specks we must trudge over, 
Transplanting ourselves from one wilderness to
Another?...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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War, Is Unholy Hell

War is wicked rot and most holy hell
 man's evil is its murdering spell
Yet mankind never ever truly learns
 love and faith it arrogantly spurns

Poetry by the great Siegfried Sassoon
 glows like...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVIII - Tongue Teasers

If the « Yellow Race » could have invented the alphabet, they wouldn’t still be seeing « Images » when they close their eyes. Picasso, Dadaism, Surrealist and Abstract painting...

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It was unseasonably
warm for Winter
sun shone bright
cool breeze blowing
but not even cold
and I was
just walking
along, not knowing
the world, as we knew it
was about to come apart
Then that piercing scream
ripped through my heart
heart pounding and
pumping, feet
pounding,...

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What Is Love 
   by Edmund Siejka

My parents argued frequently
So love was an elusive something 
Usually found in someone’s else’s home
In high school 
A little more sure of myself
I dated my first girlfriend
In...

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4/21/15
data-p-id=d41d8cd98f00b204e9800998ecf8427e,
data-p-id=d71e63094a81b5ecdb4ac0cdbd611bfb,Can you please make me remember,
data-p-id=7212a5b1a13d5fb7c4640e14494b9986,How we started this fight?
data-p-id=0a01706891cf523df1059c92d84fc749,Cause I can't remember,
data-p-id=698633e9fd6480b4eda8fcdb08b8d389,our last good night.
data-p-id=26478db11a74b3c8675f463fee30cba7,
data-p-id=2fb9726c4be160db17abbff8478ed08d,What are we doing?
data-p-id=c2b0f042d0e424dcb5ab0e47361817cc,I said I loved you, 
data-p-id=93028c0ad4ccb985e9c3d231bb0feece,You said you might.
data-p-id=cfe201de5943405c840233fec4378a45,
data-p-id=217ff803a510ca28d395c930115edbde,This is a jumbled mess,
data-p-id=8ffe7057550f7666dc3f034709b73701,Do you realize?
data-p-id=dec7cd0c440692bb7764bbb5c5f2cda0,I look at...

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Writing with peace about the Avenger
She assembled words of worship
Simplicity filled her pages

Writing with perseverance for the Builder
She bumbled with joyful jubilance
With truth, she engages

Writing with praise for the Creator
She crumbled her satisfied soul 
Joy...

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I have heard it said,
Love your neighbor as yourself.

I listen with you
to how our neighbors become part of us
and not,
and how this feels healthy
and not
for you
and my potentially co-empathic neighbors.

I have heard it said,
Better dead...

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OOOPS! Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless

Date Written: February 29, 2016
FIRST POEM 

Somewhere between yes and no, where maybe doesn't matter, I slipped beneath the surface carrying your poor intentions. I suffered from those pitiable little private pieces...

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The attic trunk, dirty, and oh so old
Had survived the many years untold
Sitting there midst the quiet dust
The hasp and hinges brown with rust

In the young girls’ mind she was compelled
To see what it was...

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I’m stuck.
My mouth tries to speak my thoughts.
My creative process is buried in the muck. 
My tongue is in tangled up knots.
I long so terribly to tell you how I feel.
Although, every time I try,...

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I never knew a love before


Of you my proudest moments stand
For only I can see
This life was once a jumbled mess
Much more than it should be

I gaze upon the history 
Of what has come and...

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Nastalgic from another night of no sleep.

symptoms of my illness.

Routeen.

i breath in the moring air into my lungs only to feel more empty.

the silence becongs me to sit and enjoy the morining seclusion.

left defencless to...

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And then I told her to put her breast on top of the table.
She lifted then settled on the wet yet wiped down counter,
and I just watched with my eyes smiling for my mouth and...

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I was given to the D’Mangos as a wedding present; I was silver, sparkly, and pretty full of myself. I have survived two children, a family brawl, a window peeker, a couple of heartbreaks, one...

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Cadaverous climate controlled cave creature 

(Idea birthed, engendered, and germinated 
from Lombok Indonesia earthquakes
On 5 August 2018, 
a destructive and shallow earthquake
measuring Mw 6.9 
(ML 7.0 according to BMKG) 
struck the island 
of Lombok, Indonesia),
rendering...

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#How could I forget# 
How could I forget your widely smiling face,
Your warm enwrapping hugs, your frequent gifts of grace,
Before your brilliant mind, which used to dazzle bright,
Gave way to Alzheimer’s dark unrelenting blight. 

How...

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I was drifting west through old Wyoming,
to see if ranches were hiring,
it had been some weeks since I’d gotten work,
sought a new scene to see what it might bring.

I was somewhere just east of Yellowstone,
the...

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Common Sense

Common sense putting dents in ya system,
Upon Zen, forgotten Presidents and Christians,
Yeah I dismiss them, I’m a contender, defender of my realm,
Surrender ya pretender, center of reality? Fallibly conceptualized, 
Here ya find my rhymes,...

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