Long Mumblings Poems

*On the subject of Visual Exposure versus Narrative Coherence: "The difference between suspense and surprise is to give the audience some lead then leave the rest to their imagination," ... by Alfred Hitchcock.


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A: Colchester Tours...

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...“Time was I wouldn’t care for your sad state,
I’d have my fun and leave you to your plight,
but four years in a cell changes a man,
and I have set out to live my days right.

“Been...

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The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono

A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it recedes in cycles dashing back...

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1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly

fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.

Pangs of loneliness hit me like a full speed train.

My bed feels emptier than...

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The Man In The Moon 

Follow the crooked path 
     through a frosted gate
And hide in the shadows, 
     where the streets are straight,
Look for me in...

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With her husband still in the Psychiatric Ward following his mental breakdown, she felt the need to go in for a few hard drinks.

        With the trunk of...

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Senility

The mumblings of day’s gone bye
A living memory of a life ending
Unable to recapture the joy of time and place
The meanderings of a mind wandering,
Through labyrinths of jumbled memories.
The treasures of a lifetime soon exposed;
Silent,...

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No one can control who seizes their heart,
Who makes it skip and beat so fast.
No one can resist loves grasp like a fist,
So hard to desist, mad mumblings that persist.
LOVE is a bitter pill to...

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Tears... emboss old memories
Reminiscence, floods troubled mind
My eyes... slow leak as floodgates
Fighting nightly tides, that rise to blind
My sorrow drowns an aching throat
The uncontrolled dance of trembling chin
Stinging blur forces eyes tight closed
Salted lash swells...

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I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind
and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath.
In long dark corridors where he had sinned
I watched him crawling down an arcane path.

His murmurous mumblings I could not...

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Hmm, I have a hand full of ink
but what will I write...

Is action everything?

Silent but listening
Silence then pump
Silence then pump

Pen begins to flow
writing is a life-line
Zig-zag lines from
a critical care monitor
beeping everytime
 a heart pumps
or...

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Passion; it fills many hearts 
with what it brings to each lover
it slays each lover through 
the ear with a love song and 
whispers to them in the 
night while they sleep 
as they dream...

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IM JUST NOT THAT WAY INCLINED
Picking at my threads, hoping I will fall apartThey, cold as icicles, and really have no heart
When gossip is rife, their mumblings, I abideHiding behind their curtains, so, so pop-eyed
Cleaning...

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Surely!







I felt like exploding. 
The back of my eyes were burning.

What had happened here? 
There must have been times when I felt more than this. 
There had to be. 
Surely.

It was Tuesday afternoon, around 12.20pm,...

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You are a thorn, borne deep in my heart
   The prick that sticks me with each breath I take
A tether, whether I want to be bound to you or not
   The...

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The book lies open
discarded notes
framing the corner

your room so quaint
pictures hang
askew!
 
You carefully smile
avoiding
guarding

You have learned to guard

a wastepaper basket
full of nothing, so you say

wrinkled corners peak
over the edge

You silently wring your hands
trying to hide

To...

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Subsequently I lead you nowhere.
With no reasons that could possibly compare.
We kill time.
We kill ourselves.
Leading us with blinded eyes.
Hidden behind the wall.
Paint dries.
Receiving the unwanted call.
The doors slam in my face.
Staring at me, quicken your...

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Life’s lullaby at times of tensions tends to evaporate
As on Earth morbid mumblings multiply
To flicker our faith and to dribble us desperate

As we wonder if in the supernatural we qualify
For any worth that upon which...

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Paper people frayed blowing scattered
Dilapidated faces of stucco and brick
Mumblings of drivel media jargon
While I sketched my eyes with skyline scrapes
Of tomorrow

Televisions smarmy ooze
A toxin injected with neon deception
Voices droning inconsequential clamor
Between shallow breathes of...

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lovely, yet sad, silently horrified,
as she looks away 
in quiet terror,

from the slight sight of the faintest wrinkles
around her eyes there 
in the mirror.


to him it's a pointless anxiety,
her worried mumblings 
about crow's feet

that on...

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