Long Lour Poems

Relentless I know I won't regret this

extensive bleeding of my heart Painting

white roses on a grave. I tell a story to who

ever will listen. My mind wonders with thoughts

that glisten. Though there is a division....

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The Boatman’s Song                                ...

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WARNING, this may not be to your taste about hunting paedophiles and keeping kids safe,,

we are hunters from around the world,
looking out for our boys and girls,
keeping them safe when there on line,
trying to protect...

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It is for sure, not springtime here
Shorter days now how bare His trees.
And looking back draws eyes to tear
For waste and loss of all my greed.

To sail the seas and not return
My ship sinks in...

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My ship of dreams I build no more
I hack to fragments my vain desire
To toss like trash and be ignored.
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

To sail the seas and not return
My ship sinks in the straight...

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Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire family of the galleys , who looked like the great...

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Is a tree wrong because it leans?

Or is a tree wrong because it is not green

 

So you tell me what co lour it’s suppose

Too be?

 

We have to walk in a way talk in...

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Once upon a dry and sunny day,
My head I rest, and on the bad I lay
Thinking of the one true question…
What that is, I just will not mention.
Drifting asleep I vision with grace,
An angel, wrapped...

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As death creeps out of the darkness,
  A mother becomes the rope in a (Tug of war.)
A child reaches to help its’ mother in her weakness,
  And stares death in the eye with...

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Poison ivy’s ruby kiss

Strip all the ink away
Do away with her kiss; ivy.
Ivy’s kiss still stings
clings to a heart that’s inked deep 
deeply rooted ivy- spicy leaves…
leaves her mark on a trifling bum.
A bum brim...

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Are British Politicians a Little Potty?




At the end of Faust Part Two

Goethe wrote something most true.

The eternal lies in things of time,

the stone you throw, the mount you climb.

the little bird that chirps and sings,

the...

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I am a film director,
Spending time on the set.
I use a projector
To see if I can perfect
The project in hand.
But often, all doesn't go as I planned.

I search for perfection,
Which is difficult to obtain
After reflection
I...

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Like dark chocolate,
She is my favorite.
A redefined taste of perfection and originality,
An embodiment of beauty,
Not in some quantity,
But with endowed with plenty and quality.
Dark creamed co lour,
Enchanter with a pleasant oozing odor,
Giving her epicures an...

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Like dark chocolate,
She is my favorite.
A redefined taste of perfection and originality,
An embodiment of beauty,
Not in some quantity,
But with endowed with plenty and quality.
Dark creamed co lour,
Enchanter with a pleasant oozing odor,
Giving her epicures an...

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The sky of strong blue as it dims at dusk,
that I shall in no way look at the same. 
A new start in rich, pure, salt scent may claim 
the heart of the sea, both...

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What gives you the right to hate me?  Just because my skin is not white.
Do you think our blood isn't the same co lour? Red

We may not look alike, we may not believe in...

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Friday night is for rehearsal
sac in air, before 
it breaks— breath out
into the soft dew
itching palms on our head.

Soon the baritones will arrive
stuffing music with tonic notes
for me to ride:
the terrors of solmization
& unbridled pitch...

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