Long Oozes Poems

Blog, On Poetic Contrast,  Between Dark And Light
(My two poems composed -one of dark, one of Light.)
(from my new blog)

(1.)

The Horrid Night, The Terrible Nightmare

 

In a dance of serpents the long fangs drip

poison...

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En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We tell 
our tale as we see it, at the moment...

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I

 
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

                     ...

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The date
July Twenty Eight
The year, 1914
The War which we feared 
It began, something we could not foresee
This date, still haunters me
To this very day
Those bewailing screams
And those traumatic scenes
Words to do not to justify 
The...

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In times of a virus spreading its unruly truths I wonder why

	What matters most seems to be toilet paper

Loops and loops of the stuff and people care about their bum

Three ply of course because thin...

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On a silver moonlit pillow’s blissful patch I dreamt nirvana 
verses for my sister Jay and our magic mutual bond,  that
gem-enhanced treasure chest, that life support as ironclad rampart 
for our twin psyche sparkle,...

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This Time Last Month

A customer
Opens door
Bell lets out two rings
That smell of books
Telescopes
Globes and other things.

Travel guides
Atlases
Maps strewn everywhere
Customer
Breaks fourth wall
Speaks as if you're there:


"I got upset when I first heard 
this shop was closing...

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A rush of cold air blows over my skin stirring deep emotions within, and pushed the solitude of hope through the door and anchors the destiny of truth upon my battered soul.

The open trenches of...

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Paddy

His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short!  He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a...

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Oft Bold The Thoughts, When Pen Strikes Paper

Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
or challenge poets tired and resting souls!

Sought, shimmering pools...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning hallowed water of evergreen woods' crystal cascades, brooks and streams.
to...

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It calls me closer, its calls me near
'Just once and it'll be over'
Death whispers in my ear
Irresistible is its sweet entice
Staring down, which one to slice, 
I observe my previous tries
My unseen hurt and earlier...

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Stuck down here in hell with barely ink left in my pen.
All my blood has been drained, I cannot refill it again.
I’ve done this countless times, 
As you can see my reality attached to the...

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Looking into the crystal mirror
The girl sees a hollow form in front of her
She is beautiful, with nothing out of place
But is filled with nothing

Eyes of glass blink in union
They are lifeless
Filled with no emotion
Looking...

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RHYTHMIC METER: POEM SWEETER

    Poetry is disciplined in a stream having units like ‘meter’ or ‘foot’ on 
    lines similar to measurements in length, though basically, poem 
 ...

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'Why did you let me feel the pain?
Why do you leave me all alone?
Why did you not ever protect me?
Why do you just listen to my groan?

You make me cry because you cannot
You do the...

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Fat is beautiful, thin is beautiful too. Black is beautiful, so is white. Isn't beauty subjective? Aren't we crystallizing 'arbitrary constructs' way too much? And ending up victimizing that stranger, that friend, our very own...

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To be a polylepis tree you gotta know 
You're a polylepis tree & this knowing 
Cements by being a polylepis tree,
Knowing between diagrammatic cracks
Fork'd already info knowing during descent.
Mud run through alpine meadow. Rubberized 
Crunch...

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I see…
red splotches on her night gown
still oozing down her face
“I fell again.”
She looks at us
with that same wobbly smile
“I’m Ok! Don’t worry. I’m OK!”
I can’t see
a clear liquid oozes down my face

I see…
Mama is...

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The young couple was about to have a baby so they thought it would be nice to sit down with his grandpa and ask for some advice.

“What can I tell you about raising children?” He...

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Darkness
Everywhere I looked
I searched long and hard
But the light I couldn’t find
I tried
I tried
But there was no escape
From the abyss of self-hate

Crumbled on the cold hard floor
I reached out
For softness and warmth
But was greeted with...

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Deep pain bores into scalp as eyelids struggle to open;
Glaring sun menaces eyes as they face the sky boldly.
First thought dawns on me like elixir; I'm alive!
The vast blue sky seems to smile upon my...

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A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...



The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.  
I can feel her...

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Consciousness seeps,
the air moves.
Quickly reach!
Break forth from your tomb.
Visability blurred as my head swoons.
Instincts react! Frozen in place my eyes  roam.
What was that?!  I am not alone.
Instincts react!   Quickly I'm gone.
Hidden...

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Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand

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love fleeting 
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