Long Lamed Poems

As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heavy with the miasma of malignant...

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They say that a tree is known by its fruit
But there are many trees whose fruits are unknown
Apple bearing pear and pear bearing apple
And a cherry blossom tree cannot bear sunflowers
"Keep out of trouble now"...

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The sun is shining in my face and morning is filling me with grace
The trees are hanging low and you just have a few more hours to go
You are walking around and gallivanting in the...

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This is a true story of seven students
Agone days of those ill-famed fiddles
Musing with drolleries – assiduity on catchy missies
And lamed against educators animalism.
Books usually kept aside but concentration hard on last night
Weekends glossed upon...

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Anne Murray did have quite the flurry, voice as a brook without crooks
 Canadian born, songs of forlorn, beautiful vibes, I subscribed
Such singing as a bird, the world has never heard, she splurged
“O Little Snow...

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Somewhere, not within an  earshot

not within the four corners of the room

not within the reach of  fingers

not within a grasp of a feeling,

not within an understanding

not where an eye could reach seeing,

not even...

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If night had memory, you would be
Soaked in darkness, a refusal of light,
Imprinted permanently, a flower etched in
Snow. I caught your lunar lip in a
Orchard of arrived song. I hold you
As the darkness does. Without...

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You gave the empty space......
You gave the empty space,
We miss your smiling face;
The logical talks we had when we sat,
No quarrels, no fights during chats;
Even the Sun set,
When your body left;
Can’t forget the jokes framed,
The...

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It was here 
Here where 
Everything fell apart
Went to hell
I am to blame
A workhorse lamed

I was awake 
Alone in it
All the aftermath
You were never coming home
Not in a way that I could hug you
And feel...

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My form of sonnet.
   Ajosh Sonnet.

"Is their any that is left of the house of saul?
Any?,Simeon,Peter,Judah or Paul?
And so was he told of saul's servant; Ziba,
A bull that often pulled the trigger's rod.
Then...

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Bought a load of heifers some time ago
Was in late winter, with rain -- not snow.
On the trailer they'd been loaded fast
Tightly packed to ensure time would quickly pass.

One heifer for reason not known
Fell and...

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Oh my goodness
What have we here
The house work to do
I would rather not dare
Kids to feed plus the cat
If this is a humans life
You can keep that.

I am a boxer dog
With a lamed back leg
Called...

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*For all people who struggle against adversity, deadly disease and oppression at the same time*

A bright mind wrapped in flakes of thorn 
A heart that braves the scoff and scorn 
A soul that wanders everywhere...

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His eyes tired with endless sights
Against web's background whites,
Heavied by seas of tips and dots;
All spun and cast by lifeless bots. 

His ears deaf to loudest bangs
Listen still to thundering gangs,
Detailing zillion wares of worth;
All...

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Black grass dances in the warm winter air
And furry quadrupeds run wild with the
Shackles of instinct.

The metallic creature gives spontaneous birth
To bipeds who desire to kill for sport;
Two worlds and instincts collide.

A Million worlds and...

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Who am I?
I am the wife 
The hidden victim
The unheard voice
Who made the wrong choice?
To become that hurtful victim,
Who am I?
I am the pen
That will reveal all lustful men
For choosing the wrong hen
For taking the...

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In our bosom, we lie in shame,
In a tantalizing tone, they ask our name,
Our pride taken, we stand stolid and speechless
And our destiny had been made shapeless.

In our bosom, fear left us lamed,
As lamb stares...

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