Long Parabola Poems

As if in a decades long
     somnambulant trance
     for majority of years
     I finally awoke,
three score minus
     one orbitz...

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Twas a dark knight, 
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly havoc
Renting asunder innocent audience members
Anticipating Batman annihilate evil within Manichean...

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Suddenly every voice is a tiny conspiracy
They’re swarming around us – I just know they’re out for blood
A love like ours invites all manner of jealousy
Everyone wants to rake us through the mud

A little paranoia...

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 Folded in cloth, her eyes did shine
Parabola shifted by pi, ‘the daughter is mine’
Said in front of others,
How did you feel inside?
Okay let’s make a confession
It was on mother’s guide.
 
The girl grew up,
As...

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20 Year-Old Poems NUMBER 3 Passover Tree Swallows
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When Neptune's 
nostalgic sighs, 
weave ruffled rosaries 
of brocade ink, 
bleeding from 
blackberry wrinkles 
in torrential time, 
I wonder if 
herculean eyes
of my earthen heart, 
are afraid of being 
abandoned by the
electric rhapsody 
of life's...

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Dear Love,
I may not be good with 
words
because my English
is not fluent, but What I feel 
deep
inside my heart
persuades me to express 
myself
mathematically. Every time 
I see u, u
simultaneously divide my 
life into
two equations. Because...

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Sweet 16, Sealed in Wax
 Nothing compares, can't hold a candle,
To our togetherness in love,
Hand in hand we share our "One-dle",
As a ship in harbor, we nestle in our cove!
Nothing's like sweet sixteen,
Enamored , married...

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A Parabola By Picasso 

On piece of paper painted picture of a parabola
And started cutting it off with a small spatula
Put plaster of Paris in protruding plastic syringe
After seeing ugly color I then started to...

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I 
do 
have a 
Message for
one Harry Manback
it does regard his long Lost Keys
don't Blame Hoffman for his Disposition, you Jerk Off!
You Lied when you said you didn't hold The Grudge as a Reflection of...

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The man rested his paddle carefully
next to the bundle.
  My favorite time of day.
  Dusk.
The light was soft,
The water still as lakeside glass,
insects skimming over touching,
laying down a perfect parabola 
and then touching...

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I don't know from where to start
My feelings cannot be expressed in words
An endless number of thank you's
would be less to show my gratefulness
And I know, just one sorry after I commit
any mistake makes you...

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prepared parabola
when high on chair and noble
will be great and global

Karen Krutsinger

Murder should be 
spelled MURDER.

Comments Turned Off
Horn Haiku

sorry that comments
by you will have been turned off
why I do not know

Now 8,960 poems and
shooting for...

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Lured to the moon-splashed ledge by silver streaks
of valorous fish leapt to trace the slow sloped
parabola of atmosphere, I reach
the liquid and let the curious crests grope
my naked feet, muddied from midday rain
still gathered on...

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Brittle to the touch
So fragile these walls
that are put up to hide
happiness in exchange for anonymity.

On the outside looking in 
Cannot fathom the reasons for such insecurities
I, the mirror, adore what i see
The other, the...

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Unfurled are my sails
Upon a sea of unknowing 
Wind of change guiding me
On a ship called “Fear"

The gentle tap...tap...tap
Of water from moisture ridden sails
Falls upon teak, underhand
Steering me from peace of mind

Trials and tribulations before...

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Don't ever vouch for drunk caffeine
That it can't one show one's coffin,
Now,my heart's calm rate quickening,
Later,taxed vessels weakening
Turns it out a search for a lift
But towards Descent final drift.
One begins to question its source;
A system...

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Patterns on the wall
Blue spores
In beamed particles
Low-paced stones
Vibrate below the common tone
Stomping off
The solid state of your floor

Extended fingertips
Flattened
A sixth dimension added

Silhouettes
Sprouting from the stairs
Purple-spotted voice
Cracking academic talk
Introducing the negative zone

Cognition waterfalls
Side-stream
The window lost its...

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They walk alone together down the bright white line, their
Voices garble against the humming hordes as the
Tautness of the moment lays out like lacquer in the dustlight
Of our dreams, life feeding moisture under cleated white...

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