Long Overexposed Poems

Once upon a time there were two worlds,
One for children and one for adults,
Each owing its existence to the other,
With the children awaking to a new sun each day, eager to explore, 
Both, the boundaries...

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Such a beautiful sleeper but yet a 
life filled with nightmares; 
A demon fighter since her younger age; 
I applaud this princess for her strength. 

Since birth, the flash from cameras have 
overexposed your privacy,...

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Clusters of refugee bubbles
         Expelled from the side of my tank
         Rise expanding in upward travels 
  ...

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I have written you countless poems all on EMBROIDERED napkins,  by cascading
Moonlight at this lonely hour (unmailed).I have sifted through an assortment of mail
Hungrily tearing at envelope after envelope wanting your distant reply.

This is...

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My mother was beautiful when I was young.
In pictures she wore pearls.
I remember her putting on sky-blue eye shadow,
Even her eyebrows beautiful,
like the Arc de Triumphe.
And her ruby brooches,
And her stain glass blouses, rhinestones glinting...

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Broken Column
wrapped in female form
split down the centre
more than femininity exposed

Breasts capture the eye
Her softness
Confusing
Arousing 

head held high 
Her long black hair flows
cascades across decades
immortalized

Tears streaming down a saddened face
Doves crying to be understood
cheerful colors...

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Passionflowers winter-wilted and passionless,
twining around the treillage of a wintry world,
winter-weakened, flower-frail in the ice-vice of cold's hold.

Ice-ivy creeping and strangling; a crunching and grinding like sharded glass
beneath boots, around roots, an unearthing, uprooting, a...

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My stained glass image
was a ripe peach 
with spilt Zinfandel
like electric rubies
pooling around a gentle ray.
It was a colour hungering
to weave spirit out of light,
so that all my prism  
touched felt nothing
but the energy...

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PARTY CHIPS

it may seem

like a party to you

all the same

     “there’s a curse on you” *

“let’s dip and have some chips”

dressed in sickle black, “...and now you’re mine”

   “try...

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Let me run my tongue along the lines of your history
Around the curves of your past
Winding up to today, here 
Digesting through Braille the pricks and pathways
That have helped to form you

Let my breath communicate...

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He came out of the west riding slowly, the sun and sand 
did their best to make him wish he had never begun this quest 

He left Ohio when barely a teen,  nary a...

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hello to the unknown pretender
goodbye to the overexposed defender
all my love to the taker, but never the resender

all the darkness has sharp edges
all the cavities have roadblocks for decoration
all the lesions have mercilessly given pledges
all...

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the impact of
the damage done
in fact an inactive
radio doesn't play

but if it's in a 
state of static
the exact amount
of millirems is about

how i feel
overexposed
as i approach
the site where 

i work
and as i 
get nearer the
clicking...

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I look in the mirror afraid to blink
Refusing to believe the image
Staring back at me is me
Wondering if this is the only thing 
Anyone else sees
Dark brown hair
Slowly fading to shades of gray
A shell that...

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what do I do with what I know
thoughts overgrown with thick, green mold
ghosts of those who once stayed close
black and whites now overexposed
they hang still, on hallowed walls

what do I do with what once was
portraits...

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I'm a catalyst for those walking through darkness
seeking a lamp to bring light
The internal spark ignites all the fires that burn in  
lanterns through guided night
My dark nights were illumined days that allowed me...

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With your cute button nose, 
And glass bead-like eyes, 
Your big bright smile overexposed.
When I'm with you time flies. 

That ring on my finger sold, 
To keep you safe, 
You're worth more than gold, 
Away...

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Have you ever been so infatuated with someone that you thought you’d die? 
My memories are fresh - and embarrassing - there’s no sense of time’s distortion

I was twelve and we were living in Shenzhen,...

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My mind slips back and forth in time.
The pendulum drags me on its course.
Are you here with me now, as I swing through yesterday?
I hang on my confusion,
as the clock continues to tick its talk.

Is...

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Corinthians One and Done

As a result of God's greatest grace,
We have been of;f  to a poetry race;
Mine were bad and did not improve,
And from Facebook they did remove.

Write many more poems you will do;
Replaced...

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The Ausländer
David J Walker

We share the world with sinners
We share the world with saints

We elect ourselves the oft mistaken 
magistrates 

Who mediates 
The distribution of the various 
prison tattoo’s 

Branding with scarlet letters 
The cautions...

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