Long Misers Poems

Act 3. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

My eyes went blank. That's how it goes when
you have been doubly knocked flat on your back
in half an hour. He went, he went,
he went, he went, he went,...

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“On the Sonnet”
by John Keats

If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrained,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To...

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Oceans and Winds

I have an obsequious unnatural inclination
To sustain my external compulsions 
And convert them to a pre-text of a sub-text
Of instantaneous conclusions
Bi-Partisan confusions, melted humans and rheuminations
We seem to be caught up in the...

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One..
When everyone gets sorrow, everyone does not know to cry,
Some of the heart breaks like a glass piece!
But do not water the eyes!
The only God who knows how to mourn, how deep is the sorrow!
I'm...

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Voices

by June Ellen Smith

Tiny voices in the nighttime rhyming with
Tiny hands, expanding into bigger ones,
Sucking thumbs and fingers. Ringers on
A pole - horseshoes. Tie shoes for tiny feet.
Defeat the tiny voices in my head when
I...

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They’re entering my place
And they will ask no question
I’ll understand through days
They took my world with action
Of thousands high-boots
Of coloures of the martial
The God won’t help they’re rude
And everybody’s marshal.
They step with bayonets 
They say...

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once …

there - with trunks of monkey’s meth
there grew a breadth of bunky breaths
deplored by dreaded, drunky deaths
to calm their chemic coggers 
the fame of phlegmic foggers

so deep and dark those dribble bibs
didst dig their...

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Initialising silhouettes submit to midwinter dawn
Beginning willingly to swallow colour of choices
Fledgelings' flamboyant campaigns display oblivion

Audacious adolescents distribute chafing thoughts
Attach entire esteem to securing peer approval
Frivolous get transfixed in youth's lurid allure

Bustling balloons launch from...

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Brazil is for lovers
        it's not for amateurs
     not love only shiny things
     but also the drought of the hinterland
...

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When I sank...the friend I had were blind leaders; 
Among thorns and thistle and innocent robbers 
I did spend and spread my gold without manners;
I was rotten and dying but was soaked in flatters.

Parasites and...

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I hear the sharp raindrops 
tap the budding green leaves
like the ticks from my wristwatch.
Through the childlike window
I see gigantic maple pillars 
and a forest of wet grass.
The ghostly smoke from my pipe rises 
towards...

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We will forever be carrying the lamp of redemption
On top of the high seas we utter in silence
That we are the misers the lepers of instinct 
We sit through the words of the beaten the...

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She has a heart of gold.
No I think. She was a witch to me.
I want to get as many golden things in this bathroom as I can.
I shudder; hating all the mismatched gold that is...

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I see hell,
I see fire,
I see more than desired.
I see truth, 
I see liars,
I see all we've inspired. 
I see planets,
I see cages,
I see war for all ages.
I see ants,
I see men,
I see it happen...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and baby 
Liz-Beth cried, crawled, and sat waiting for me.
My police neighbor trains a NARC doggy
Liz sees, does, and sits by her need…daddy.

‘Twas the night before Christmas with kitty 
run...

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Let me repeatedly unite my two hands
For the feat like feet on wet sands,
I can infect with euphoria my band 
For the just seen, all-too-grand!
You yourself twang your lead guitar strings
Making their subject king of...

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Money

The most preferred content of a bulging envelope 
For those with a project to develop!
A solicitation by the poor,
With sometimes bent knees on a floor.

Tempter of twenty – first century thieves
Hoping to receive the accolades...

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Might need to work on this a bit; tried to make a poem with words starting with M and S only.
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Ministers serenade motley misers
Mostly seeming sincere – maybe!
Morose morons, shaving slivers 
Masters sharing money-see!

Messer’s mumble...

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There are clock of all shapes and sizes, 
Clocks that are given as prizes,
Clocks that hold surprises,
Clocks that are collected by misers.

There are clocks slow to unwind,
Clocks that can withstand the wind
Clocks that readily spring...

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The end of days draws in so fast.
Nothing we know will ever last.
For some, time feels like real ice;
Be it lousy, or  be it so nice.
Time flies against their will.
Nothing stops it, no one...

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So few needs that humans have
that some say bread and water.
Forgetting clothes and shelter
to leave you cold or hotter.

Who will make their list up
of what it takes to live?
and who will cross it off
should they...

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Magpies musing to get money,
Mock at misers sans magnanimity.
Lands laugh at those that wend
Their way mumbling: my land, my land.
Lover, at the lady-love’s spouse,
Proud, playing with the love-child in his house.
Death scorns, laughing aloud
At the...

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Within the wicked wash
a shekinah crown of thorns
is tossed to you
offered to you
Hold on to it- titanium tight
faith demands 
a blood palm sacrifice

Keep sextant eyes 
on the pale horse horizon
seek that golden island
One key stroke...

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