Long Midnights Poems

Moving on ???

I have come to wonder – as time passes – why ?,
the lady brings tears to my heart – makes me cry.
This lady who took in hand, in holy of holies, in mouth,
resurrecting...

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Ma,
Why do I need to apostrophize you? Why did you flew away into the celestial regions so earlier? Is it because you are from a land where ‘twenty is plenty’ for women? And hence, ignoring...

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The Man…The Spirit

His name was Dr. Martin Luther King;
He was a peace-loving human being.

HIM

Preaching peace and love–
A mountain top of a man:- 
Martin Luther King.


THE HUMAN DOVE

He came bearing a dream for humanity
Teaching nonviolence, peace,...

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When silver waves of crystalline crescent
     emanate rhapsodies glazed in
        Jupiter light.. reflections
       of bejeweled June comes 
...

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Cry into my eyes again
I want this love to begin
Doesn’t matter who will win
Wonder where you been…
Don’t care if I am in pain
As long as you heal again
I know I did you wrong
Life is a...

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I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.

My work was so pleasant and suited me, for I was enamored...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I...

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White dove over troubled waters, she flew into the morn
As sun surfaced over sails lit the wreckage of midnights storm.
A tiny dot upon the waves, shackled to a beam.
The condemned man has survived against all...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I...

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Cursed With These Black Midnights And That Sinister Call

Past midnight, gloomy sky and red flailing moon begged to fall
A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home
No sleep tonight for great evil sought my...

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the stars weep ...
but not for heaven
they weep for vacant eyes
and hearts of parched desire
with tears untold ...
and uncounted

for where is the hunger -
the yearning for substance
that sets tongues afire?
where are souls that ache for
a...

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The back door....

Around one thirty amid the Octobers early morn

A beautiful young lady dressed in sheer black

Pomegranate lips with the deepest of dark alluring eyes

Long flowing ebony silkened hair; radiant

An hour-glass figure of ivories white...

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Poem submitted to "New Poem-Open Form" Poetry Contest
Jaymee Thomas, sponsor 5/23/2024
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Guten Tag my poet friends! I want to share my memories of a long-ago brief trip to Bavaria, Germany, as well as my love for...

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Oh my.
Oh no.
Oh goodness no!
You.
How I dread (and long for) your familiar gaze –
how it haunts me!
I know it as well I know my own tail;
my own nose; my own hole!

You with your sleek, silver...

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Once upon a time, a year did come,
When three wonderful souls met each other for the first time,
Oblivious of their future together, they did a customary address
And there, the torch of a momentous bond was...

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Foggy mists engulfed the bright 
When raindrops fell throughout the night 
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark, 
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park 

Soaked wet through with glistening skin 
Revealing all true love within 
Drenched...

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For the longest time, we were told
to FOLLOW our hearts and never fold.
If I might dare just this once to be so bold;            ...

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There's something called Nescafe Nights,
Written upon midnight kitchen counters,
As I sway to your voice,
On a phone whose connection
Is keen on abruption.
During these Coffee wafted midnights,
Conversations are suspended from knowledge,
Who knows?
Who cares?
Who sees?
Do you?
Consumed by the...

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Somethings are best 
said through blank
scriptures in sheer 
silence, but pulling the 
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain, 
with tempests of 
torment rushing 
through thin veins,
would only widen
twisted tunnels for
ink to bleed in 
vermilion...

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Let`s go black in time
Come with me black to history
Black to the mother land
Where we rightfully belong
Black in time before the Europeans
Tried to whitewash our
Skins and minds
Black to the kingdom and ancestry
Black, way black before...

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Vagabond Reveries

I awoke one apple-ripe autumn afternoon, 
While shifting my necessity to care, dreaming,
To gaze upon the twisting trail in reveries of untethered reality 
A quest for halcyon enigmas that chased me into cloudy castles.

And...

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~ Harlan’s Holler ~

Dean Kuch
©2014


The locals say, in the light of day
one can visit Harlan’s Holler,
stay on the path
don't incite the wrath
of the man who lost his daughter.


The townsfolk say, to this very day,
you can...

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by Michaelw1two

Inspired from poetic works by Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum

 One’s love possess,
 in truth’s fairness blessed upon such beauties face;
 aglow on promised dream and then,
 heart’s mercy known and given so;
...

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Winter Sonata 11-29-23
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Winter Sonata

In grave allegro solo grey gathers,
Strings of winter fantasias
Brewing staccatos of frozen fall remnants,
Downbeats for the first movement
As shivering sleet wipes away bucolic barcarolles
Rocking on sapphire barges,
Harbingers of hoarfrost and hibernation,
When leafless...

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It always seems to be raining
even though it doesn’t fit
and your eyes just see the sidewalk
of a midnights abandoned street
while you drag your heart behind you
with all the pain of a broken leg
the bitter taste...

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