Long Misdemeanour Poems

“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet...

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The casement creaked under the scrutiny of darkness

A lonely candle flickered to the tune of one single log

Unhinged she sat where darkness fell upon her face

Which had grown cobwebs and spider lines over time


It was...

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City Police

There are countless episodes and sagas of the city police, the men in blue...
In their sacred duty to serve and to protect, they are  life heroes come true...

Everyday, at times and places undesigned,...

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Konrad’s hoover hovers from wall to wall in the back room of his mind

A partial vacuum once the power switch is on and all neurons are firing

Time for a good clean up the curtains have...

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The man pious entered the dark cell of prayer
Then with a hand stretched towards the wall
and a click almost magical, 
Light shone everywhere.

He was not alone.

A humming stream of silent voices struck
Eyes met eyes in...

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Success induces affinity, a sense of familiarity, recognition.
Similarly it instigates mysticism and scepticism: all based on ‘intuition’.
Thoughts accumulated without reason, nor justified perception:
A man who stares into a mirror, and doesn’t recognise his reflection.

On first...

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When the sinking feeling rises
	He hopes it floats on rainbow bubbles
                 Until the dredges clear once more

What ifs have...

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Hot mid-afternoon
Windy air loiters late;
Drowsy feelings drown

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Slanting shadows
Deserted playground;
Evening weighs heavy

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By the old pathway
Not a soul in sight;
Equatorial misdemeanour

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City-state mystic
Moments separate;
Zen illumination

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Simple looks plain
Still posture speaks loud;
Silence spreads spacious

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Intervene now
Disperse congregations;
Isolation permutates

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Dusk settles fast
Nightfall brings...

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If we look in the mirror
What do we see
If we look behind us
Is it other than thee

If we do a wrong
Does it make it right
If we apologise
Does it change our sight

To all who have done...

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Tonight the spirits fly unleashed; 
released from limbo soaring free. 

Tonight the creaking graves unbind 
incarcerated souls and they flutter, 

like bats in the darkness, as tricks 
of light - a treat, unfettered. 

How many...

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The flu.
By Angela Tomaz 

As I ly in bed with my two boys beside me. 
All I can hear is a snoring cacophony.  
With my throat burning and head with fever.
They too are suffering...

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