Long Mischance Poems

James Joyce:
In winding streets of Dublin, I did dwell,
found Ulyssean tales to weave and tell.
In this modern age, voices rise anew.
What themes thrive, Margaret, in works like you?

Margaret Atwood:
Ah, James, your stream, like a cerebral...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as Poetic Element 
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Mechanical Intervention in the Nick of Time 

Biography of the greatest cryptoanalyst of them all, "Bumpy" Boedecker Hines, custodial staff at Blimply Park, where the best Scrabble...

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My love
so you have a history
has the past then written it indelibly
all things you think you should be
you respond to all those things
conglomerate
with all the things you think you perceive

And the world does not equate
nor...

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I sat at the bottom of your 
heavenly stair case, 
looking at your face that 
makes me abase.
Terror and fear runs down 
my spine, 
making it seems as if our 
relationship may be twine.
My feet...

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FOR A MOMENT
Your cry isn’t loud enough for the world to hear
So wipe your tears.
Even your so called ‘friends and companions’ are turning deaf ears 
Wipe your tears and look up to the hills, from...

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Misstep Paradise
                    by Odin Roark

Like the ocean’s waves repeating themselves,
mistakes love to revisit their beginnings,
gloat about...

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I thought that I should say what I mean
On the subject of ‘shit’ and its synonyms—
Derrida’s caveat notwithstanding.

We alternatively dub it turd, crap, poop, etc. 
But the whole set of synonyms, 
Given its connotation, is...

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Bringing sins from my past
Into the present, a twinkling
Filling my thoughts, sprinkling
My heart in shadows to last

This feeling, this darkness
Colors my feelings in black
Doubt comes with it to attack
Leaving my heart with starkness

It brings depression...

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A man and woman on either side of a fence
For long strangers, once met by sheer chance
A spark of love was lit in an instance
Its flame was fanned through many a glance
And eventually got blazed...

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Look at me and say you blame me
Just don’t act like the jerk you normally tend to be
I am tired of pouring my heart out to you
I won’t despise you
You are like the amazing flu
You...

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Kyrian Brown and chance to wear a crown.
A wrong answer and he just goes down!
And guess what: he has one guessing chance,
Which he misses it ends the whole dance...

Kyrian Brown and a brow with a...

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The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench. 
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.

Drawn into the grotto leading to...

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My only uncle on the other day,
Was riding on his bike this way.

He was riding in a hurry burry manner,
I don't know what was the matter.

Suddenly his bike skidded over the road,
He fell down laying...

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Still the  shaking out of the Middle East, 
Sometimes its carnivals rescheduling or  feast’;
An as much engulfing tremor as an earthquake, 
A time the normal man there rejects a piece of cake.

Hit targets...

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I'm too nervous to resurface,
it's not that I'm worthless
or don't want to work for this,
my motive sits motionless.

Can I bring it to your attention 
I need an intervention
to save me from selfish behavior,
a salvation of...

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Without half-hissed complaint he trudged on
Through many heat-crimsoned sands of fate, Humming sadly uncheering anthems to ease
Countless tripping odds that beset their mate. 

Over slowing mounds snow-capped with chill,
He labored on across freezing heights and...

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Paint pots and magic at the stroke of a brush, 
it’s the power of a picture for the lovers in lust.
The splashing of water and addition of choice,
it’s a musician’s beat, and the poets to...

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I am a poor tailless cow.
The creator chases away my infesting flies.
I’m clotheless at the prime of the hamarttan
and my only blanket is my feebly tanned skin.
I’m barefoot on the pathful of thorns
and my teardrops...

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H ow do memories retain the brilliancy of star’s vanes?
A nother time another place, would memories have such grace?
P erhaps, it’s simply distance, that works this mystery this mischance.
P oor substitute for touch this distance...

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Chill confines a diary of absence
as September keyholes a papered wall.
A smirk tears a face--escapee silence
--styles wall with nothingness, dead ends AWOL.

A bottle of spent wealth parlays about ...
tangled weaves justify the performance.
Pebble leather worships...

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When very young, we blindly may dismiss	
Our elders’ admonitions about Time,
Or future grief or pain, for in that bliss 
Who recks of illness, death, mischance, or crime?

And in our prime, with life’s distracting needs,
With open,...

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I m sorry I did it in frustration,
When the urge to malice transfer
Was an obsession
And I didn’t remember to with The Sober confer
 I haven’t up till now paid for the jeans
You, unauthorized, copied their...

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