Long Monologues Poems

It's all frustratingly LeftBrain relativistic,
even nihilistic in its darker 
ruminating 
paranoid about chaotic outcomes form,
said Einstein's post-millennial ghost.

So its all synergetic fractal 4D equivalent SpaceTime,
said Fuller,
in co-arising nondual P = N(NP)/2 (0)-Core response.

Interesting you should...

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The Ash Can  ©

I got the call on Sunday night.  I was traveling on business.  When I looked at the caller ID
 I wondered why my husband’s boss would be calling me....

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O beloved chevalier, 
cloaked in shimmering champagne armor,
tonight I long to feel your sultry skin,
embroidered with emerald embellishments 
and twinkling teal topaz, 
tailored to tempt,
veiling these tanned desires.

My soul sways to a chained string 
of...

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Dreams are unoriginal, and movement's traditional
 So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move
 The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow
 And every time it works out, you'd like to...

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When tangerine tinted tunes 
within 
  sunset serenades~
 unravel saffron symphonies,
  engrossed in 
  hibiscus hymns of hallelujah~
I swirl to radiant rays of 
  sakura stardust,
where mystical monologues 
of silent angels~
caress...

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Reverend Dr. Margret A. O'Neall Developmental Minister

Unitarian Universalist Church
situated in Cherry Hill, New Jersey,
whereat every Sunday morning, I
Matthew Scott Harris) blessedly zoom
virtually attend congregation 
(recent attendee) experience

fellowship, albeit an outlier,
these two score plus one year...

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Alone these thoughts like annoying buzz,
zealously trample across minds agenda,
beguile what plans I had planned to play.
Yearning for release from ancient scab,
can I not sheath their crashing climax?
Xenon prayers list low and anaemic,
downtrodden by shoe-tied...

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Dear New Poet Friend,

Modern poetry challenges traditional, tired monologues.
My advice; make your writing energetic, eccentric, and eclectic!
Explore exciting words that reinvent the world in new colors.

Your reader wants an unforgettable experience in their otherwise ordinary...

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Here, another page in her book
another page for her masterpiece
a collage of all the memoirs, the monologues, the stories
every single one in her name
the words I pasted together to form a conclusion
an abstract art to...

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The Emote Monologues Series

 

by Ashleigh Chaka

 

 

 

 

The steps in my mind


 

Dear....

 

l have written this with due diligence that it gets to you quickly,

For you are the only person...

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I know six languages, 
The one I write in
The one I speak in,
My mother’s words,
My father's verse,
And those of my brothers.

My mother speaks quickly 
In baking terms and 80’s slang
She speaks in sewing materials,
Starbucks orders,
And...

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The whips of smoke was thickly spiraled all over my face,
 I stood at the shrine, rather the church,
 The eerie and somber silence within the cave scourged me,
 As the nocturnal owls spoke cabalistic...

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October’s Finale

October sets the stage for ghostly goblins – frost on pumpkins; 
 Black cats yowl on top of fences arching, upstage the moonlight;
 Floating apparitions of wraiths soliloquies in mid-flight fright;
Full moons cast eerie...

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“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
David Levithan

I will forever be as pure
as white virgin fibres,
in your onyx 
field of ravens.
When...

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She stumbles over wish-less objections,
     frozen times, out of rotation
silent quotations of words never said.

Rightful wrongdoings/cotton candy-flavored lies
 hide beneath black hazed shadows.

Still stanzas whisper secret
   hopes/misgivings/dreams/realities
bleed crescent scars...

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Machines With Madmen Groaning


Machines with madmen groaning above me at 10 thousand feet,
Grumbling and growling like maniac sky monsters slurping on bloody prey,
Those steel dragons of yore spewing fire and corpses into the excesses,
Like Rodan...

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PART I.

I.
each night...
I think about the moment when we'll vanish 
on the doormat of an empty house
because I know some day they will come - 
the malignant conquistadors and their moon colored hounds
when this century...

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Rhyme is to a poem as melody is to a song.
It's the sweet music to which written words belong.

Rhymes with meter makes the poem musical,
A kind of of word connection that is quite magical.

Read aloud...

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In silence, when darkness 
envelopes the sky,
unlock the glass windows 
of your mind, 
forgive the stars
that veiled their silver,
for it is in times of 
confusion and calamity,
we paint our own
rose wine twilight,
that scintillates beyond
fleeting fog...

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My Mother, like many saints, is compassionate,
Though lion-like, my father is considerate;
Like banyan tree, my family is well-branched out,
Grandmas, Grandpa, Uncles, Aunts - all are good; no doubt...
Precious among all, Pink Pearl, I am so...

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Dear penguin bearers, 

Your fears are my letters. 
Your attacks are my words. 
Your choking is my ink. 
Your voice is my language. 
Your trembling is the content of my story. 
Your agony is the...

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                Shadows hiss_per, of secret, 
buildup-congealed,
no longer trapped within curiosity's seals.
Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested,
on the rocks and hard-placed
reveal of...

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Stresses in dresses are not wanting streams today they are wanting to watch a film where animals sing. It is great to know that a aqueous solution of a pickled onion jar is clever when...

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Refuse to hang the innocent
While your gang acquits the guilty
In a tooth for a tooth pronouncement
You state in collusion with the mighty.

Accuse with the ruse in your news dissidents
Whipped into submission
To the coercion of incidents
Incorporated...

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By the blank firing squad we waited as the soldiers
loaded brass tacks and high angled themselves in 
line. Filling the glass lungs stood before that 
apathetic gaze, full by the noon day's glare.
	Bitter Orange cast...

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