Long Lighters Poems

“Forever”



When The Terrors came,
The Uncontrollable Ones,
she closed her eyes
and listened for the notes
her mother had planted
amongst the deep blues,
beds of Forget-Me-Nots,
she followed the 
labyrinthine trail 
and through a gate unhinged,
it would seem destroyed, thrown aside,
she...

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This is a lethal ink injection.
I know I’m blessed to have rejection 
Haters in my life 
only lead to introspection 
Understand 
I’m still the man
Who are you to question 
I agree to disagree
With all your...

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used lighters and used condoms
street life oh street life 
we are living in the ghetto
we are the victims 
of corruption
we are the rejected stones
street life oh street life
 we must survive

you will not want to...

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Monday, Monday what a start to a beautiful summer holidays day 
The kids are on their summer term holidays, so, hip, hip, hooray

I get some time off work; just so to look after the little...

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June 2, 2014 at 7:26pm

 Too much testosterone in our Bologna

too much testosterone-e in our baloney

killed the dignity of our femininity.

Stepped out of my character onto front

lines, armed with cocktails, rocks, and lighters

Mothers, warriors, and...

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I know not
what produces and consumes regenerative design
any more than wherein lies recreative imagination
or even empathic and trusting intelligence,
yet I do know this cooperative designer is not me,
and yet I am part thereof,
as are you.

I...

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The raging party goes on into the night 
Near the market place 
Where the poor search for a fix
In the royal kingdom of religion 

The girls come and go like birds in the wind
Enjoying the...

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There is a violent war that’s not in movies.
These soldiers we lost are not seen on TVs.
Friendly fire is the biggest killer of our men.
Per soldier lost at war, at home we lost over 10.

People...

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I can feel it, something inside of me pushing me to reach higher, what refines an insider? what 
defines an outsider? Sometimes i think better when i'm higher; but it's not the drug i desire,...

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I am what I want to be. But really I just am.
I write.
-
Crescendo of pleasure will hit your ears as you hear what it is I wish you to hear
I am
I simply want this to...

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Another college tour, another favor. This time it was an old schoolmate, George and his parents who were taking the official tour. I was going to babysit his little sister Mary (5) while they walked...

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the burning bush 
who murdered justice
I know is not us 
yet we are involved
our silence to brutality
is the prove 
the look away eyes 
is the evidence
we all are scared 
scared to lose 
what we already...

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I thought maybe I can get through this
by putting my thoughts to rhyme
maybe doing so will bring me some clarity 
a method to ease and help focus my mind.
Here goes.........

If this is life I don't...

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had Julian been even a sparkle in his 
mom’s eyes
when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451,
one might have witness the light being 
passed
straight from one hand to the next---
from Zamyatin to 
Huxley & from...

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high on a hill Elijah spoke
and when he was finished
all that was left of the sacrifice
was smoke

and i like the false prophet
on the hill
perished to the unwillingness
of your will

though my efforts 
to call heaven's for...

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A spectrum of memories // etched in // directing
Synaptic obscenities // fetching regrets //
Count those dour mental entities // concepts like insects //
Innumerable enemies // wielding their sketches

Of interlacing, undulating, thoughts I’d never saught to...

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Of course I drew a stick person

I was a stick person with a mere bush and spots

stick-to-it-ive-ness

ants crawling on sticks for monkeys

eeh-ahh-eeh-eeh-ahh

stick to your guns
this is a stick up

not stuck up

stick your stomach in
stick your...

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Lyriktribute to Pina Bausch (Satis Shroff)

POETRY AND DANCE (Satis Shroff)

Her images were unusual,
Shocking to some.
Dancers
Jeering and tormenting
Other dancers.
Dancers
Throwing ripe tomatoes
At each other.
Instead of the bastinado,
Lighters held on the soles
Of other dancers.
Women were women
And men were...

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Heading in the deli 
I look for what I want
I head to the counter
The man behind the counter
Ethiopian 
Covered in scars
Had a false happiness to him.
“One Beef Patty Special”
“You got it boss.”
Boss?
I am no boss
I...

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We can find inspiration in respiration
That is been alive
We must embrace the gift of life
With our widest smile
Everybody wants the best
and getting what you give 
seems to be the routine
Lakes can't flow so they reach...

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I teeter and totter right on the edge 
of sanity.
When these walls are painted black, 
darkness becomes me.
I'm not myself, during this time I'm 
climbing walls.
Hands in my hair pulling, and 
scratching my scalp.
What feels...

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Hope is elusive, sometimes sliding by in a river of grass,
faintly smiling, during the daytime.

Bushel baskets of inspiration gathered in minutes, waiting
for a tiny signal you are ready, all you have to do is wink.

Determined...

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I stepped quickly.
They were graceful steps
And still possessed the
Potential for slipping
Under me.

I was aching to know where
The soothing sultry noise had
Come from. I was sure  it 
Wasn't in my head.  It was
There through...

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What shall we keep after the revolution?
State sanctioned lies.
lies about yesterday and tomorrow.

Oxycontin and fentanyl factories
must be kept on a war footing.

We will follow the science,
accepting at last that Alzheimer’s is
natural, safe and should never...

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everyone is so afraid
and they hold it in like a broken music box
like a damaged videotape

and a telescope that sees beyond skin
is lost in the garbage pile at the end of the
Bermuda triangle wormhole
like a...

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