Long Oclock Poems

Date: December 2040

Damian is on the phone speaking 
With architects.  He made
Airline and hotel reservations.
 Soon Afterwards he went 
To Molly and caressed her away from
From a sweet dream. "Hey, baby girl."
He sat on...

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Today I met with my daughter to swim.We finished at eleven oclock.I drove to a place near the airport named Sandys for her first ever thanksgiving
buffet.
She used to be located at the actual airport but...

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in your own backyard
people being tortured by a game
of making your life unfair
without breaking any laws
people like charles manson have proved it
a manipulative emotional blackmail
of lies they are told
that they then experience

Martyred by my sex...

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We Woke Up In Pedro
HOH House Of Hope
With My Sisters Learning How To Cope
To Get Away From The Dope
Were All Beauties When Were Sober Though
This Is How Our Story Goes
House Of Hope
15 Girls Running The...

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the heavy voiced female manager).....look stogolle: we have twelve hours to get the order complete.
so we are gonna share the responsiblity of the chore.
one of us has got to go to the store and get...

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wow i've never seen such a small city with so many curves and hills
till i moved back down south to the town of coffeeville
alot of you might not have heard of it for it's not...

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Bad meat
dead meat
thousands sick from this disaster
hungry like a wolf
the stomache worms grow
in the people who still don't know
texas miki of tequilla
many reasons to reconsider health symptoms
sewer leak to smell from down the street
not staying...

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sitting in the fields of four oclock flowers
thinking of the times the illusion disappeared
the roses that led me to your secret room
cartomancy told me one thing about quivering leaves

simplifying everything
me in the middle
simplify all these...

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There was so much rain in your voice. 
Daytimes that slept with shadows. 
Perfect perfidies piling 
your W.C. Handy eight-bar bravado 

I never knew your midnight, 
your pluck of broken glass. 
You told stories that...

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The day so was special
the dreams were so true
I stood right beside her
no heart beat I knew

From suttle wit
and nowhere came 
the words that I 
would ask this day 

With gentle fear
protruding here 
I stood...

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Howdy kids,just checking in.Contrary to every ornery ,,fear mongering,
Youtube posting ,profiting from our angst, jackasses ,oh yeah and the nightly news, so far we have made it through the much prophecied eclipse.My daughter and I...

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First date
My first date was on a steaming train, really
Blonde strange lady, no not plain, nice,
A fellow followed from station to station, yes he did.
Wanted to marry her, loves creation, and the rest.
An old man...

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RETURN DEAR BN

Its twelve oclock, night time
I emerged from my dummy isolation, a lone sleep
Since the the dawn of the gone day
When I heard Osama died
I could never believe, how lone my soul...
The world was...

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Once I saw an old man sitting  beneath a tree
He seemed to be doing nothing he was free
The breeze blew his beard
His clothes were hanging loose on him
It was dusk time n so ...

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My love

Hello my love
It is nice to see you once more
I couldn’t help to notice
That my new roommate
Has an overactive bladder
We tried to help him but could not
He died this morning around 11 oclock

Some force...

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I walked across the road
Defiantly strode
Arrived somewhere else
To be alone with myself
It's strange that's how I like to be
When I'm definitively not a fan of me
But I went inside
Advised I must hide
The packet of chocolate...

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Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection 

•	At nine o’clock ( Sewing by lamplight by Millet)


We sit in our campesino existence
Engaging in tasks that provide
Us with livelihood, with purpose,
But, what will you be doing? 
No longer...

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Caligula,boss of the roman empire
he and his horse Incitatus
they ruled with sword and searing fire
his horse was truly audacious

hanging out at the local bar
Incitatus and Caligula gloats
parting never very far
drinking beer and eating oats

Toast to...

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reasons for the 6 oclock news
on the look out for the missing children
the song and dance of the slaughter
never understood my own perverse innocence as i felt watched over

syndicate of music, drugs, blackmarket sex
Royally intimidated
mental...

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How can it be that hours creep so
yet years swift passage totally blows
my mind?  The babes are absorbing 
Aristotle, integrating, no more needing
hands held while crossing nor
other mom bossing.  Frequently tossing
my glance to...

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