Long Nighters Poems

I have a lot to write and say, buddy, so hear me out some more
Don’t make me feel lower than I have ever felt before…
Listen, understand and stay quiet until I say no more…sorry if...

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I'm always staring into space
Trying to keep pace with your rapid race
Hoping to find a significant, tranquil trace...

However,

I often wish you'd be a productive brother
I know my father misses my beloved mother
I wish I can...

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I had for long been impoverished, as is often the case with writers,
Though I worked most diligently, at times even pulling all-nighters.

Rosy dreams kept me going, although times were frequently rough,
As black night fuels its...

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h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays...

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Finding Presence

Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations 
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets 
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move

Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing...

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"...a band beyond description, 
                           like Jehovah's favorite choir."

Though...

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In crowded halls, ivy clad, walk the sleepless zombies - the walking dead.
They’ve come to grapple, the chosen few, in trials by pen and pencil too.

Long ago we quietly agreed to trade studies and stress...

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Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
     Convention is underway
     Michael has something to say
He opens our meeting with a...

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I fought for my country 
I gave eighteen months
But the war was unloved
And I was called baby killer
The only death that counted
Was my best friend

I served for ten years
Protecting against a foe that could destroy...

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Used To Be

You recall both you and me drinking when the sun came up?
You say there was a time or three there was no coffee in my cup?
Kicking around old memories of neon and all...

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There's this game I've been 
playing

And it's taught me stuff

I've not had it long

But I've played enough to know

If I don’t turn back now

It's going to be rough

I'm looking for some luck cos' I 
feel...

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Been called sexy, been called old and crotchety
Maybe I'm somewhere in between
I'm probably closer to the sex symbol type
With this body, you know what I mean

Young ladies are always clamouring around
For a piece of this...

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In college I frequently pulled all nighters
And showed up for morning tests somewhat less brighter
     With caffeine and pizza I struggled to stay awake
     And was always...

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Everybody want that old thing 
 everybody want that new thing too 
got me on my Billy Paul  ya know… 
when love is new, it's perfect it's worth it 
those hugs and kisses goodbye...

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Vishweshwara, my lord my devotion
I was once born; I think you knew it
I lost something far, not far from my feet 
But now it is extreme from my heart

It is my confidence, courage, curiosity
I am...

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Time by growing twisting all diameters
  while pass by, time didn’t fare back 
Once matter precious when all is amuse
  when by lightness, the soul paragon 
Time! ... the duration thy birth 
...

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I may be a terrible writer
Maybe not even a fighter
But I tell you this
That I never miss

I can pull out my gun
Shoot pop cans for fun
I wish you could see
How fun it can be

I keep...

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Habitually, feeling an itch to write,
I’m introspective: sitting at the table
over a blank sheet, cherishing my blight
and rust, I think: “What if I'll not be able 
to write a single stanza anymore?
What if to chuck...

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We thought we had forever
So much left undone
A trip to New York City
And drawling 101

You had so much left to teach me
I had so much more to learn
How can you be gone
When all I want...

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Long-ago classmates, we’ll spend 
the evening recalling ourselves 
before we became 
antique – back in the academic 
stomp of caffeine all-nighters, pop 
quizzes, scrabble games laced 
with words from Chaucer’s time, 
a mixture of tongues...

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Give me your early mornings
Give me your half-awake eyes
Drag me in when you're pulling away
Match our breaths when we've synchronised

Give me your slow afternoons
Give me your train of thought
Distract me with your sugar-coated mouth
And watch...

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