Long Ninety five Poems

Date:  July  2051

The last day of family gatherings before August. Damian 
Had a limo ride with Jackson
Crysteph Julius Adonis Kyon and
CJ to visit the dwellings which housed homeless citizens and economically deprived People....

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I write this prose for my dear, fair lady wife
To celebrate her Birthday on November 29th
She’s my partner, my best friend, the love of my life
Without her my life would be as dark as night

From...

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Number forty seven - White House occupant against all odds...

regarding President elect 
Donald John Trump.

As a cruel joke to self,
I imagined myself as a Republican
for that one glorious day
voting for the candidate
who clinched the nomination
as...

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Four times, nay, five it's true, Grim Reaper  defied.
The first was when down Hollywood streets I flew at Ninety five.
Averting wheel, I turned it fast
and struck my head on window's glass
Past throngs of people...

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You have caught the withered section of my soul just in time before it grows old, you have caught the beauty of my heart just before it begins to get dark. 

You have been chasing...

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Old City Park I went last night,
Admission price, it's outta sight,
Night it was the weather was cold,
Many were there young and the old,
Hotel, office, homes to go through,
Better walk fast else you turn blue,
With Walt,...

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a flustered tango of Gypsy moths 
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists; 
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost 
in unkempt fields;  space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon 
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between...

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Can you see 
the mystery
in his big brown eyes?
Can you see 
The curiosity
In the realm 
Where rules die
Socially awkward
My bumbling butterfly

As the wind 
Blows cold 
Time grows old 
His flame burns long 
While our flickers...

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She slips in late, almost every day,
begins her work, though it’s mostly play,
first catches up with her office mates---
every detail, her loves and her hates;
each story repeated several times or more,
to everyone passing her wide-open...

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Twilight's Reflection's
A Tribute To" Mr. G"
By: Tom Wright
5/29/99

In life's twilight, your youth, having long been spent.
I've observed you pass the hours, reading western novels,
visiting with friends who drop in or phone,
and reflecting to those times...

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The year was Ten Ninety Five, 
Christianity by decree.
Off to the Holy Land men were sent, 
to set all Christians free.

Peter the Hermit was first to go,
church unsanctioned was the start. 
Whipping followers into a...

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Fan Fiction

The Gospels and Acts, fan fiction for all,
Written decades after the epistles of Paul.
Paul knew nothing of Jesus’ life.
Not his birth, his miracles, his disciples or his strife.

So decades after he supposedly died,
Believers craved...

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So long I have lived, almost ninety-five years 
I have laughed and cried ten thousand tears 
As I'm lying in my bed with my wife by my side 
I want to tell her a couple...

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I scorn thee, Puberty!  Damn thee as well,
Thou abominable herder of shame,
Will thou findeth glee by my told sarspell?
I beseech thee of ineffable name,
Rendereth thineself as quiet slain game,
For thine cruel ends be reached,...

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Enter apartment, ready to paint 
Open the door and empty it ain't 
Apartment not empty or unoccupied 
Furniture everywhere someone has lied 

Previous day, nineteen ninety five 
Parked rented truck ready to drive 
One single...

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When Iceland rose majestically,
  A volcanic isle, born of the sea.
  This land, that continents divide,
  A place where fire and ice reside
  And Norsemens sagas, too were born.
  Goddess...

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Our life is a real drama

In such a colorful gamma.

Our life is just a moment,

Sometimes with a torment.

Just have enough patience

To keep good relations,

To love truly and forgive.

You won’t believe 

But today I cried away.

Someone...

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An Overview

When Villonia Beebe was a baby of three
She got it in her head to trim the Christmas tree.
She lit all the pretty candles,
Tossed the matchstick away,
Sister, brother, dad, and mother
Never saw Christmas Day.

Nine years...

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Remember ninety-five
When we felt free
We felt alive
We hugged and kissed
Rejoiced in freedom
Rejoiced and sung
Songs of freedom

Mandela walked 
As skeptics talked
But he walked on high
And touched the sky

He loved and he gave
The spirit of the brave
He...

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Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.
~Frederick Nietzsche

as some hypocrites saying ,
"we love you, 
we need to support you" 
while they hate you, 
need to use you...

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We had missed five days in
The last two weeks
Due to the ice and snow.
Roads and streets had been impassable—
Freezing rain, blowing snow and black ice.
We started the day late at 10 am.
I greeted them at...

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My sister and cancer
 
Maybe it was in 1946
when the winter was very hard
the big lake outside town froze solid
my brother had given me an old pair of skates
something with leather binning, I think
I could get...

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   I am crushing on you !
    Impossible to ignore
            your firm personality alluring attracting me.
   ...

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Love is having, love is lost

Love believing that it is the key

This is what love is to me

Way back in ninety  five

When I met a poet

A poet was he

He took me by the hand

Taught...

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95%

John walked out the front door. 
The screen slammed behind him. 
It was very loud in the stillness of the day. 

The man looked out at his land before him. 
It was his father's land,...

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