Long Ladened Poems

"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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Let hope rely upon your Maginot
for swift retort has choked your Gallic might.
It crushed your will beneath its undertow
as diligence receded in the fight.
Your flailing forces teeter on defeat
and any hint of truce shall be...

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She!
Intimated by guilt broken by perplexity
Waiting for the love her life but until then,
committed to memories of forlorn moments
Threading on the joy rides of halcyon days.

 
Her! 
Heart of a woman in the depths solitude...

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A Christmas Gift						
P. G. Borgia
Dec. 2011
© 2011 P. Borgia
	
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An evening of peace, city streets now still,
Snowflakes settle upon your window sill.
Snuggled...

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There was a homeless lady,
one afternoon, outside the hospital.
Was she homeless? I don’t know.
She had a ladened shopping cart,
which, on TV, is kind of a signature.
We were inside, waiting for an Uber.

She was outside, in...

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CARRYING BURDENS

Some people carry their burdens 
With sadness and utter despair,
You really don’t want to be near them
For they make you miserable there.
They think there is no other person
As burdened so heavy as they,
And so...

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Mornings blushed in dew
replicating your jubilant smile,
love-ladened cupcakes in pink
flavored by your honey-dipped fingers,
fragrance of your jasmine-clad hair
swaying along every time you danced,
exchanging exclusive looks in public
to laugh at shared secrets with coffee,
strumming broken strings...

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Amidst the fine feetle of veggies in the garden of truth 
Stands a monstrous scarecrow.  
Of a fungoid parched face and a half baked gaze.
Of shrunken smoked sockets and drunken knocked eyeballs.
Bulged cheekbones force...

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I was not in a wrong place 
Neither was it a wrong time when I met my fate
I was unarmed with my sweat’s worth
Another day’s dime in my pocket

I was confronted by a flood tide...

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Dear Mr Politician why can’t you see
The destruction and chaos in your own country
Kensington Philadelphia
The big black hole
Desperate for help
For its lost troubled souls

Sitting on a footpaths
Filth all around
Searching for a vein
That cannot be found

Homeless,...

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The cold breathes
Down her neck
As she tries to forget

She was warned
She was cautioned
She was stubborn
And didn't listen

Now images
She has fought 
So hard to forget
Lay taunting her
Causing absolute regret

He speaks
Startling her
She had forgotten
This cold Friend

"Hello little...

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I Can Hear Hope Whistling On By 

Lonesome train whistle blowing loudly tonight
memories of my youth and that amazing sound.
Images of my dog barking at the racing sight
of that train flying by shaking the ground.
O'...

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The yard  my world
Or so I’m told
Was where I spent my time
 Where this little lass
A tomboy too
Loved rolling in the grass.

Trees ladened with  mangoes
 yellowed with ripe
 A great temptation to this...

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When the Storm Subsides

When strong winds dissipate, calmer skies appear
The torrential rainfall changing the atmosphere 
Taking in all that Mother Nature provides 
Sun tries to peak when the storm subsides

Droplets of rain dance on ladened...

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Courage is stamina to tackle my buddy
Yet while you know you can't perhaps succeed
Continue toward seeking later attempt, attempt again
Never backup straight to the edge
Courage is power inside your heart
To understand the concept of honesty...

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Smoke ladened vision
scratching at my eyes
    making them cough,
conversations drift
across the panorama
  of my hearing.
(the world needs more poets)

Words rattle, 
     separate conversations
    combining,
...

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Have you seen my children?
I said, No,
Thank you, she said, but
I left them in the house, and
Now I can't find them.
Fast, go to the station, and
Make your case,
She took heed, and went.
Another day she returned,
My...

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Ripples ladened with slow songs

are the blinks of your sleepy eyelashes

lashing me for sold innocence

and for feeding dreams with the putrid meat of wrongs.




The past is beautiful in your eyes child

when tears wasn't ink to...

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There is a Mr. Fix It 
That lives on my street
If you want to call him
You should have done so last week

Because he is always busy;
But you can call him on the phone
His X will...

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Oh troubled soul, oh troubled soul

How wretched, how battered

Like an ass yoked with a cart

Art thou heavy and ladened?



Oh troubled soul, oh troubled soul

How grieved, how bewildered

like the beast of burden

Art thou beat and befuddled?



Oh...

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How anyone say “no thank you” to hot chips
l do not understand 
The enticing smell so completely irresistible  
For hot chips l would swim ocean and walk land!

Warm and comforting on a cold day
A...

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Endless sorrow and great danger
Beautiful city filled with blood
The redness will end, so will the dispersing blood
Right or wrong will be a luxury for the weak
Like few waves coursing the calm sea 

Battling the fear...

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This Winters day the wind is whipping up rows of  
turquoise  white tipped waves pounding towards
an organic seaweed ladened haystacked shore.
White froth riding on marching  parallell crests.
Five sailboats bending in a synchronised...

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It’s Your destiny 
Crying in the streets 
those who will find her
Ask, knock and seek

It’s who you are, who I am, who you are

Come to me come
Tired and weary one, 
Come to me come
I will...

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Those stars I stare at night,
Gazing at it makes me feel everything's alright,
Even how far I am in my real world,
Thus, its stillness converging me to the other side of the globe.

I am still coping...

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