Long Killing time Poems

The Edges of Rhyme 

I wrote the playbook, watching what they took 
While the earth shook I could not look 
In the direction of the Big Book 
Like a fish caught on a nasty hook...

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S/he wonders why
when we breathe in
our left sides
feel right mind dominant
when our rights inside
feel LeftBrain capital deviated,

Dysfunctional
disappointing
disharmonious
sad and lonely 
dissonant
disturbed
unbalanced
uneased

Constipated
blocked
trumped

Stuck
obstructed
oppressed
suppressed
repressed
not fluently holistically impressed,

Pressured
disabled
disenabled
feminized
marginalized
enslaved
disempowered

Unenlightened
unarticulated
not understanding
not cooperatively experiencing
co-investing in questioning

Why we continue longing
for bicameral win/win engagement
of all...

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Patrick Deneen follows Tocqueville
speaking of risks to Western liberal democratic experiments,
great personal enlightenment adventures
seldom calm within a federating kettle
of competing selected fish,
and usually not cooperatively resilient
for health optimization
of local community peaceful resonant wealth.

In Tocqueville's time...

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They say it's a time to slip in the mud, and begin anew.
Kick off the dust of yester ...
      and put on the dress of Yes Sir! and Thank You...

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There is no greater sorrow then to recall in the most miserable times, when you  were happiest.
Only our pillows know the great amount of emotions we hide from this world.
All the pain, hurt and...

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My muse is a poetic
flower garden,
blooming lilacs in 
barren meadows,
but I still remember 
how I heeded
haunting heartbeats
in paradise,
whilst praying 
for your lustrous light,
to descend onto 
my hazy horizons.

Your eyes like 
captivating sunsets,
made me dream away,...

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He had been in a deep dream, searching for a lost puppy
When the clanging alarm startled him to reality
The clear images fading like a burning photograph
Then, a desperate sense of unrecoverable loss

Lying on a couch,...

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I had been in a deep dream, searching for a lost puppy
When the clanging alarm startled me to reality
The clear images fading like a burning photograph
Then, a desperate sense of unrecoverable loss

Lying on a couch,...

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Friday rolls around 
I am too excited 
My pennies are saved 
My outfit’s sorted 
Bath and make up, done 
Ready for a big night out 

One problem 
It’s the afternoon 
Tick tock, 
Tick tock 
Hurry...

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~ Killing Time is Murder ~
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~~~ Sometimes too short it is! ~~~
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~~ Coffee in hand...

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Unshackle my verse: The People V. Poetry

The judge says, 
“Will the defendant please rise”
Intently, I stare into his eyes, 
was once the apple, but now despised. 

“Poetry, you have been charged with multiple counts of...

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Is depression a band playing?
Always jeering at my brightest sets
Blows off the smallest bow leaving me a husk
Depression cat calls behind the veil

Dark days alone with my ever-present God
Hopelessly kneeling to my sad nature
A dead...

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On a journey down the mile
A priest knelt down in prayer
“Our father help me guide this lost soul
To your loving embrace 
That you may be his last judge 
His stain of death will mark him
So...

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'Killing" time while homebound until...,
a cure gets distilled and/ or found
for pandemic, thus... I expound.

(Yupper - courtesy coronavirus CORVID-19),
how ja guess my good smear it in friend?! -
within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
toyed with thought to withhold...

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To carry more than I’ve shown,
things I never told about,
I still somehow carry the cost
of your long forgotten chaos.

I stood strong with a heavy heart.
I stayed brave because I ought to.
There were things I never...

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Life in the gutter
the metaphor ive become
suffer for you to string me along
step by step
showing you mans plans test for god
in the flesh
showed up for his mistake
walking circles in happiness
too busy to do this for...

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Autumn will forever be the season of death to me,
but like time, I do not remain cemented in the past.
Memories of ghosts will always lead me to the stars,
as everything we love fades away eventually,
like shells...

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Staying home, I'm swamped in my handicraft
Paintings, drawings, all fascinating art
Sumptuous meals, I baked and cooked 
My proud dish, I posted in facebook
Puzzles in my newsfeed, I proudly answered each
Idly, I enjoyed K-Drama and Netflix
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But...

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As he sat on his old front porch gently rocking his swing.
    His old mind a million miles away not really thinking on anything.
Staring into space he just let his old thoughts...

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TIC TOC-TIC TOC-TIC-TOC  TIME STANDS STILL FOR NO ONE---

Tic-toc-tic-toc, tic-toc-tic-toc
It could never be your will;
Time stands still for no one;
Premise to the task;
Tic-toc-tic-toc, tic-toc-tic-toc
Whether smooth or rough
You may kill time;
But one day time gonna...

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HOG KILLING TIME 
 There's a chill in the air
 And holidays are near,
 Thanksgiving's just 'round the bend;
 There's a feeling amongst country folks 
 That's absolute prime,
 Everyone senses it's hog killing time.
...

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Time after time
Loved am I am loved
Heart beats loud in aching heart
Time heals with what it steals in time
Life turns back awaits turn back to life
Love drips quietly into the hug of arms in love
Stars...

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Once upon a time there was an impulsive cat named Bella
A fun loving white and gray small
four-legged meowing furry ball
She loved to sprawl on the doormat
in her owner's humble abode

Bella also had an evil side...

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It was the way he stuffed his hand
Down the front pocket of his slacks
As if he were standing in a movie lobby
Waiting for friends
Nonchalant

Wanting to watch you watch him
With an unbreakable stare
And almost a grin

His...

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Crimson baron,
the scarlet fumes from your tale pipe
paints the sky 
with steel blue dye

Duke of the corporeal death plane,
your splatter reign
brings a barrel of spitfire pain

As you hide in the cadaver clouds,
waiting to vulture dive...

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