Long Other(a) Poems

I Know The Truth
by Marina Tsvetaeva
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I know the truth?abandon lesser truths!
There's no need for anyone living to struggle!
See? Evening falls, night quickly descends!
So why the useless disputes?generals, poets, lovers?

The wind...

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He reignited my creative passion when he reentered my life
His can sense to the core how I am feeling and asked me right away to be his wife

Though it's been 45 years we have known...

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After boxing day,
What are we going to do,
I look at you ,
And you look at me,
Simultaneously we 
Say, we have 6 days free	
We look a little lost we have
Not planned a holiday, I know
Let’s go...

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spend your day expressed by grace ordered from a Payton place
cheer each moment from the edge of the setting sun a very well done
climb each pillar of thought and deed to reach forth every bit...

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Luther Vandross recorded a song
that says something like
"We had the best love around...
We were the talk of the town."

I can't think of the last time
a greatly famous and resilient love affair
was the talk of even...

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Im going to tell you a story about a skateboarder who thought he was destined to only love skateboarding. Not to long ago there young man who was missing something in his life years and...

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You've been making some big insights, telling me how you see and view me living my life. I respect what all you have to say, but ti regard me as mean, miserable, and unhappy as...

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They are conflicted haunted images from black and white photos of America 1933, when there was no place left to run. 

It was the hunger of people lined up, scraps of food ladled out, the...

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No War No Protest!

Colors of red, green, black, and white 
spread on the east side of one campus
On the other a wave of white, and blue stars
A flock has gathered
The atmosphere seems peaceful 
Tents resembling...

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The skipper had sailed quite a few storms and survived

Strong as a cross hanging over an apocalypse’s altar he

Had weathered all seasons and crossed heaven and hell

Tempted his fate and good fortune at times but...

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Waymo's Service Is A Detriment To The Economy-Society

Waymo's self-driving taxi service, or ride share service, contributes very little to the economy and food chain. Whereas human drivers of taxi and ride share services circulate their...

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THREE ROCKS

Written for Competition :  A Magical Journey 
Sponsor : Constance La France

[ Prompt : I hold three magic rocks in my hand
   Rolling them over and over and over
  ...

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When the little things no longer matters...
When the little things are lost...
Forgotten and misplaced...
Left on a shelf like a book that is unread for days...
It no longer has it smile...
It no longer carries a taste...
When...

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Memory of Lost Innocence 

We were just kids running down the hillside, with youthful spontaneity marking the passage of time. No beaten path, we just flowed where our little hearts took us, wedging our way...

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A Cracked Case Solved
(A Rocci Raccoon File)

Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall,
But was his fall an accident at all?

It was said in hushed whispers, there was something that stunk,
But that turned out to be Pepe...

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Funny as I remember now - 

I went out to the animal shelter to-rescue my little Annie one day-
some time not to long ago; and-from...

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I worry for the child every night,
And every night brings forth another fright.
I worry for the child in every way everyday,
“Do not stumble, don't get hurt”, always I would pray.

It's harsh, the way I existed,...

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In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls,
Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls
One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears
The other, a vicious shadow, barbed smile and pointed...

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Now behold, one came and said to Him,"Good Teacher, what good thing shall I
do that I might have eternal life?" So, He said to him,"Why do you call Me good?
No one is good but One,...

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Periodically writing random thoughts on a piece of paper is my secret escape. 
Left for healing and mending. Right for healing and mending. 
Painful, nonetheless. Don't be ashamed. 
I am the scrawler of my racing...

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A HELPING HAND
By Curtis Johnson

As I came out of the men’s room I spotted her walking down the hallway.  I knew her by sight but had not become well acquainted.  As I entered...

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Toxic, intoxicating solitude,
With a tantalizing proclivity 
To slither inch by inch, or suddenly,
Back into suffocating loneliness

When will I again see my own person
Reflected back at me from the abyss?
There is a thrill in the uncertainty...

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Thought I was going mad..
Bonkers maybe
And I told God I was sorry for thinking I was thee
And casted the thought away from me..

Then that's when it really got weird

One or so months later after putting...

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“...Of course she said nothing of this to me,
tried to act as if things were just like before,
yet I noticed the time between meetings
seemed to just be growing more and more.

“One morn I went to...

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Death and Dying in Dallas

Death and dying in Dallas seems to have all 
started with the death of President Kennedy.

The following is all true and actually, recently
happened in my life. The essay was written
to describe...

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