Long Long faced Poems

It had only been a few days
Still unfamiliar with my grief, (it was my first time, you see...)
I was such a novice to the proper routine
Of condolences, phone calls, and flowers
Pity in the air, ...a...

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Another haunted night, I watch 
raindrops fall from consolatory words,
track each plane flying south, and 
I think of you.
My lungs empty a lonely sigh…
I bullet a dark, heaving sky 
with my angry words as I...

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Vertically they have gone to see the horizon
dividing into two parallel paths of iron and stone
nor to return or to encounter
sometimes, only crease cross
to pass trains and trams with passengers and goods
ever absurd they are;

On...

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I’m at the center of war
I’m afraid of my life in fear
I’ve engaged in a battle fist
Oh, how I so much desire a relief 

Soldiers come, soldiers go, barrack remains

I won’t let in to this...

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Eroding names on long-faced headstones,
a small graveyard marooned on a patch of past;
long rooted and confined while beside it
2022 blares unseeing past the forgotten lot.

An old-fangled America right there
forgotten crypts
tucked between gas station and strip...

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Oh father of mine - who long has withstood
trials to which I can’t even relate -
how sad you must feel –  how misunderstood.
On your deathbed you lie, filled not with hate.
Unable am I to...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVIII

IF you pull a long dopey face
The least one can in this case say
You don't belong to the eskimo race
Who lament the sun sunk in iced bay

Now...

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By Laura D
August 26, 2016

Give me the strength to carry through
The times you knew the audience was out of view
When you're alone and crying out to nothing
No one can hear the ugly side of forgotten...

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Eroding names 
on long-faced headstones.
Graves marooned
in a patch of the past
while 2019 blares unseeing
around the forgotten lot.

An old-fangled America
tucked between gas station and strip mall,
a small deposit 
of once horse-drawn bones.

A haze of traffic emissions
half-hides...

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-The King's Dead-

Suddenly, I see. Chicken pox, is full of bandwagons.

Not the biggest reach for a climb to mount Everest.

It’s a bold statement with eternal boundaries.

Headshot, then I freaked it.

Mess my life up fam.

Don’t appreciate...

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A stony gut mi come from
Long march through the bruising night
Vex in mi soul without rum
Me in dis Morant Bay bright
Deh yah since broad day mek it lights
To seh me is man fe mi rights

A...

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Plastic for garment hopeful Mc Guyver
        Privileged upbringing Mum funded Uni
        Drooping arms self described Survivor 
    ...

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Questions arise as I walk with them -
finding contradictions of formality and intimacy,
darkness and light, the tangible and ethereal - 
where a sunset meets moon rising, black meets white.
Chill of evening leaps from the canvas...

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