Long Lottery Poems

Molly and Dolly were in their 
New getaway room on the top 
Floor listening to music.
While Damian spent time with 
The kids in the backyard. He
Wanted to install a pool for the
Youngest children, then switch...

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

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a mere fledgling of twelve, with dreamy eyes,                                                   ...

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Once pawn a time...

About four plus weeks after
frazzling fiasco from friggin fraudsters
white knight still mourns swindled money
Lynne Costello Senior Civil Investigator
(assistant to Philadelphia attorney general)
unable to recoup forfeited funds.

While holed up in castle keep,
(albeit fetchodit...

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Last Night 
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
translation by Michael R. Burch

Last night, your memory stole into my heart
as spring sweeps uninvited through barren gardens
as morning breezes revive dormant deserts
as a patient suddenly feels better for no...

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Anything can change in the blink of an eye.
You could win the lottery and the next day you die.
These thoughts and feelings make it very hard to even try.
But if I said, I was giving...

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"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines...

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T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club on the base,
jist me and my sisters alone in the...

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Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing

Ever since mine late boyhood
when unstoppable coded 
cellular processes did segue
I experienced abhorrence
toward yours truly,
an extremely introverted kid,
whose parents nor siblings
(one younger and older sister) could
not arouse him 

out of...

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Open up your mind and your heart for a change
Please don’t hesitate, 
For, you aren’t pushing the limits
If I were yours, 
I wouldn’t be drawing near to depression
Heads up! Don’t slouch down
Lift your head from...

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Hi everybody, my name is Vera as some of you already know, and I am the wife of Peter Duggan. I came on this site to cheer Peter on, and also to read some poetry...

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I remember waking up to the melodious sound of my mother singing happy birthday,
the aroma of bacon and pancakes wandering through the hall, invading my nostrils,
my sister having no regard for my annual celebration and...

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Frustration

These days my frustration is digital in that `Brave New World'
                        ...

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ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


It’s always the money I’m saddened to say
Put your hand in someone’s pocket its time to pay
When it’s not the money, it’s a crusade
Or revenge for a crime that was...

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It was just a silhouette but it reminds me why I left the spirit box closed 
I felt as though the hand I was holding
Was yours and not my own
In my want to believe
But reality...

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I was a minister of the gospel, very happily living my life for the Lord,
Preaching the Word every Sunday, in the spirit of affinity and accord.

I always knew that I would preach, for I had...

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They say...

Still waters run deep...
Then why are there so many shallow people?

When it rains it pours...
Usually the day after I wash my truck.

Walk softly and carry a big stick...
Or walk hard and carry a small...

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No one is willing to answer my phone calls unfortunately
Nobody cares to save me or love me deliberately
I’m sorry, this is how I tremendously feel
But, of course, obviously, it’s no big deal

Negativity wraps around my...

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Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom 
(attendant with profusely perspiring palms, 
hut tree men duh us aggravation), would be 
a dog send to this melon collie bow...

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Wonderment at existence – mine

a sixty four year old married bloke
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign in general,
and January 13th in particular
who dons online personage
with custom (think 
swiftly tailored harried styled) 
made poetic raiment cloak.

With...

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Cybersurfing netizen flounders...
analogous to a fish out of water

Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy,
I bobbed (while donning square pants)
like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea.

Now as one decrepit
humble lumpenproletariat neopoet,
I experienced existence
with pronounced...

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In the year 3030
Time travel is what some like to say
a common convenient conveyance.
And is sold like Air travel or Train fair.
Seeing that most people have cars that fly.
For some time travel is considered 
to...

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Bring on the rejection slips...

and/or try distilling my spirits
at losing gamble
if curious (by George) proceed
reading reasonable rhyme,
I guarantee the following words ramble.

Though flush with good humor
pun one mock two yields negligible
true cash equivalent value won
dirt...

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Wonderment at existence - mine
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign.

With my scrunched  
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder precise circumstances 
that linkedin yours truly to be born
tracing back lineage of self 
or arbitrary individual...

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Yours truly embarks on wild goose chase after elusive pot of gold

two alternate titles: 
1. Gander seeking goose that laid the golden egg
2. Incorrigible lottery dreamer
linkedin with previous poem I wrote
though modesty deters 
crafty, lofty,...

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