Long Mishandling Poems

A pondering of multiple raindrops from a detrimental storm onto the empty fields, crashing into them as hard and loud as clashing metals. The depth and existence of love weighs over any deprivation an unexpected...

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"A gift is different from something you buy, possessed of meaning outside its material boundaries. You never dishonor the gift." Robin Wall Kimmerer

A social gift,
a gift for compassionate verbal
and nonverbal communication,
a healing gift,
is different from...

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Everything this person say, think and do revolves around money. There was a saying that “Money is the root of all evil.” I beg to differ. Money is not the root, the love of money...

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We were told that we would be great by someone who is great at their own version of being great. There is a mass of greatness going on here. This person is sooo great. Can...

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Forget the First 48, how ‘bout the first 30 days, smh.

How is it that the House that has ALL the control is so out of control?
How is it that we got an elderly grandfather acting...

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If I would have known, one was walking away from freedom
My thoughts would have turned the surface
My footsteps would have been different
Starting with going backwards with my guts

It was only my fault
Not understanding my own...

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Long saps, slow puncturing or massive drinking
the person within is lifted high above the one without
landing on a shared state of the present and the non existent
as feelings are wrapped into one ball of excitement.

Consciousness...

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Have you ever thought back and remembered a time,
when poor judgment nearly cost you… your prime.
There were fifty-22 cal bullets in the ammo box I found,
 mishandling Remington’s bullets… could put you in the ground.

Putting...

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(Cont) Bill rapped twice on Lt. Griggs' office door. “It’s open!  
Well if it isn’t Sgt. Bill Lipton. Come in, close the door and 
take a seat. 
I guess you heard there’s a vigilante...

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Many are doing what they want to do,
Saying what they want to say.
Simply playing life's game the way,
They think it ought to be played.
Then they have the audacity,
To want God to bless them beyond,
The capacity...

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In a world
That promises
To take me alive
For years we lost tears
Sing a soft hymn for me 
I’m the last one to die 
 
So vital are these hours 
There was a time I blossomed 
Amongst...

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That wretched pool of faith's undone,
I watched suspiciously while thee not won
unto a measure so involved
in may faring's complacent strum!

Oh then, my heart did beat
       it held the drum
of...

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