Long Lapels Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and...

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Carrying with me a
halfhearted smile for the
braver men than I.
The men holding tightly
to past perceptions,
live or die.
Suppose I whispered to 'em
what I've heard through
the metaphorical grapevines.
Suppose I lent a hand.
Would they take it as an...

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White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to...

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the field is given a name
battles are about where they disappear
the ones that walk away 
      don't know where the hell they are

       ...

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Oh, the fine attire.  
Women in low cut, grand gowns.
Men in their finest plumage.
Strutting Peacocks, aiming to draw attention.

I wore tails of silk, with fine brocade work as the trim, down the sleek lapels....

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I stood before the mirror, one last check,
a quick inspection, then head off to town,
silver kipper tie around the neck,
shirt of green, sports jacket of light brown.
Platform shoes on, I boogie down the street,
a first...

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Laying in the morning twilight, yawning, my head nods down and I jerk it up again,
The barbed wire faintly twitches, someone has touched it, will it be a friend or foe,
Shadows float across a near...

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Wounds Into Scars
                 by Odin Roark

It takes not a wise man to know
What we resist
Will persist

So goes the healing...

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Chaos
And if on the Murrow man forget his brothers, nourishing a machine and neglect his own skin,
Not stargazing, not moon sighting and leaving on the side track do man make of the fate of nature,
If...

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It isn't that often as time marches on
that my glad rags come out for a 'do',
more funerals now, each year more friends have gone,
and no births to welcome someone new.
But a forthcoming bash meant I...

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LORDSHIP defined, not feudal lords, 
By a sermon: S.M. Lockridge, 1982 -
No copyright for songs birds sing
No initials on the lapels (YHVH we say,
With some of the best Hebrews who knew)

II
As Easter dawned today, I...

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A STUDY IN VIOLET

This treasure house of objets d’art
Littered with plots and storylines
A room encrusted with jewels of history
Inviolate – and undisturbed.

Over there, a military tunic
Blue – and in such fine condition.
Pale lapels perhaps too...

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Cobwebs

I climb the creaky stairs into the attic
And survey the clutter through a filtered light
That peeks dimly through the grimy window
Settling on the cobwebs that abound

I see a chest that I had long forgotten
I kneel,...

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Thunderous palpitations upon benign sedaments,
Miscreants vindicate with justice of six cents.
A vociferous tyrannosaurus bursts sickly
Sanitized wives and rodents scurry very

Sedately towards dainty cliffs and heights
Of unforeseeable depths-withered sights.
A Persian rug is spread across garnered grounds...

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An exaggerated style, the zoot suit
          was a statement in clothes.
      Yet it fell into ill repute,
    ...

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A heart felt prayer with four chambers alights on a maiden voyage

Meets valves and percussion awaits tenderly to be tuned into harmony


Passion where had been void and stagnation and pulse been icy and flat

The mind...

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Color Coquelicot
 

Blazing Coquelicot
paints famed Flanders Field Poppies
on battle-scarred land.
Honored too on coat lapels...
war symbol of remembrance.


Sandra M. Haight


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Rules: Write a Tanka or other brief poem using an...

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Its like being nicked
or narked,

Being triggered to spark! 

Being filtered out of your mixes that pair well with high speed art,

if visions of passion release your greatest remarks-
how come your *****es aren't snitches in places...

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Seventeenth of March is Saint Patrick’s Day
Great day for the Irish I can honestly say
All over the world they’ll wear the green
Drink some stout and a glass of poteen
There will be parades up and down...

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With the dawning of every new day
Comes the chance for my mood to change
It's really no secret how this I do
As I don the apparel of my Ice Cream Suit

On the few days that I'm...

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THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES
 
I cannot tell what happened
But I heard somebody telling me:
 
“They vanished in thin air”

“My butterfly kisses are broken wings”
 
“I know no butterfly kisses”

Yes! They told me like this:

I am Petal from rosebud secondary,
I...

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What Images We Recall?

What images we recall, 
As cannons fire, release their smoke?
Mud drenched battlefields abroad
Rat infested 
Trenches full of comrades bodies
That offer warmth while they die
Implore us to continue the fight 
“Win the war,...

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Living within a matrix society where one percent of it's children gather..
Ninety plus perhaps, of this lands wealth ? Again, the paradox fiery trials
Attached unto a heart their faith; believing as knowing that there are...

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