Long Notches Poems

Chicanery grabbed lustfully repeatedly - yup!

While merrily bobbing along
the boulevard of broken dreams,
which in truth measured
no more than a furlong
think envisioning myself top banana
analogous to bull headed Donkey Kong,
I felt on top of my game,
which...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)


There’s a saying out West, know by gunslingers best,
that’ll deep six you in a knotty pine casket.
One you should never forget, lest...

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Every night 
As I'm unwinding 
With the light
No longer blinding
Comes my plight
Which was residing
Out of sight
But only hiding

In the distance
I hear it creep
Though resistant
I cannot keep
As it's insistent 
That I peep
So To listen
Instead of sleep

With...

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From fathoms deepest keep, where man,
Shall not dare go, a white toothy giant
Dwells, with hatred's malice, this is a living man
Eater, whom lies at the bottom of the ocean.
In this striking zone, of deadly encounters,
Here...

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what brought him/her to this point
no one will remember, since there’s 
nobody to witness & nobody to find
her/him if s/he takes it as far as s/he
can---still, the walls are closing in &
the rain outside doesn’t...

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A June Night in Rotgut Saloon


In walked Lefty Red behind him lay many dead
into this old dusty town his tired horse had tread
Well known his draw was quick as lightning 
his stare deadly cold and...

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A single’s net is cast
A single climbs the mast
To view a sea of profiles
Catching eyes, some color-blind

Some emails are soon returned
Some senders have not yet learned
Most personals are not for wiles
Or just adult friends to...

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I've never understood how things work

gears turn and cranks crank

circuits connecting and forming a link

all of this stuff is out of my reach

its all so confusing, fuses and plugs 

that plug into sockets 

and HUDS...

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My mind is already at the finish line
Right before the gun fired
My mind is already at the finish line waiting to foresee 
what 
the 
hell 
you 
got 
beneath that skin
That thin skin gets torn with...

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It was high noon in Dodge City, Kansas on that hot and sultry day.
The sheriff was makin' his leisurely rounds on Old Dan, his faithful bay.
Rowdy cowpokes was wettin' their gullets tossin' whiskey down.
That mornin'...

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If I Stand for Blue and You Stand for Red, How Can We Both be Right?

When Your Speech Evokes Hate, and Excites Those That  Follow Your Message to Kill Me, and Those That Look...

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As I get closer to hell it 
Seems easier to get 
Caught up in these evil 
Dreams where deals with
Devils begin to rule upper
Body levels and I’m stuck
On automatic stuck between
A rock and a “hard”...

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milestones are marked by photographs

by notches on door casings that show just how grown up we are getting

by midnights spent on front porch stoops with people we only half know drinking mixtures that taste as...

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Blind senses of my soul
keep on protruding in my mind
Pop,pop, popping
inside my head
hot tears flow down my cheeks
as silent words shout unsung
songs
silent hymns dominate my erect
eardrums

Minds are blinded,
notches of heavy hearts misled
as the intellect produce...

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be on the lookout
for those who are curious about your personal affairs
at the workplace
be on the lookout for those who are always hanging around you &
other workers, asking questions about things that they can hardly...

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A lone desperado rode his lathered cayuse to old Santa Fe.
It was high noon, sweltering hot and dusty on that fateful day.
The handsome young outlaw wore deadly forty-fours on each hip,
And there were multiple notches...

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I saw that look in your eyes
   staring back at me,   reading my thoughts,
   sensing what I felt,   aching to erase and fill my loneliness.

I felt your...

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Watchers was the name of a family.
They lived in the alps in Switzerland.
Mr. Watcher couldn’t figure out what he wanted to be,
but he knew he wanted to work with his hands.

He tried fixing cars for...

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It’s all bad, it’s horrible, we’re mad, and mean, and furious.
We’re tearing up people, throwing out “poor me’s” like crazy.
You think you have it bad? Listen to this. I am stunned.
Most are better at me...

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I sit,
forming kisses on memories,
striking them from time, as it whispers away.
Recollecting venomous verbs
cast to empty shadows

Eradicating the spiel.

Adjectives of annihilation, blitzing barren minds,
reflected, returned in silent echoes.
Notches gouged into the family tree,
tearing sons from...

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When a wise person speaks, just listen
don't waste candles while the sun is shining
inspiration we seek is already within

Pondering complete stillness
blackness in the ears
Aloneness no longer eased worries.

Embedded into our stud essence
reasons are being sought
away...

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Take watercolour peach, lavender blue
a canvas morning sky, the clouds a frame,
gilt treetops harvest fire, leaves brightly hued
awakened now the arbor tips became.

Lone footprints in the dew on virgin track
save leaping of a brook or...

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As thin as water
Swimming in the rampant blood clots of ice
Lumps and warts, primordial abomination in an absinthe glass
Down in one and down with thirty. Those filthy hands
The snail paths which ooze from each digit....

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Never let me go, my Saviour…
…now that I’m Your named child, grace-in-need;
Nestle my heart within Your love’s nostril
Nail me in Your nearness as to You I draw nigh.

Never let me go, Lord…
…neither allow me head...

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Maturity              "For Adult Contest"     

I walked in to the truth, when I became a man; maturity hit me
Like...

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