Long Peepers Poems

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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Looking At These Lovely Mountains God Made

This sight is free                         ...

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Where Were You
   Where Were You as I sat Alone on the end of the dock, looking longingly into the night sky. As the so many stars that filled my eyes, and the...

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Written: December 31, 2024, Contest: Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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Oh ...

Spring-tide ...
Always things that juxtapose,
Life never flows as smoothly as a gentle rill 'round a stone.
Brief notes of harmony, torn asunder by a cacophony of chaos,
Turmoil the norm ... reality the chill that bites...

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you …

found your way in -
a keyhole that I had left unguarded
squeezing through
with fiery wings folded like leaves
I should’ve seen it coming
but your “goodbye” had been such
a jagged edge
and seemed so … determinate
I knew what...

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y'all know me-     I'm in the poem biz     
and it is a no brainer     when I need a fix(I come to the main...

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My PC has been infiltrated
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I came in a tattered old box,
the grand size of a man's shoebox.
I knew that I was unwanted,
around a big empty house I wandered.
On a drive in the country one day,
these people said I was...

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I came in a tattered old box,
the grand size of a man's shoe box.
I knew that I was unwanted,
around a big empty house I wandered.
On a drive in the country one day,
these people said I...

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countless hearts and roses fall
    for sake of heeding Cupid's call
      and yet I fail for phrases, new
  imparting, fresh, my "I love you"
(for poets, past,...

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countless hearts and roses fall
    for sake of heeding Cupid's call
      and yet I fail for phrases, new
  imparting, fresh, my "I love you"
(for poets, past,...

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My father and I stood outside the old farmhouse in which I was raised and he still lived. 
The black sheep had moved back in temporarily until I found a "handyman special "house to 
work...

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On the edge of silence 
beyond the mossy-muffled stone wall
a wind chime chants — faint, like falling sparkles of stars—
honeyed musings of a wind spirit on the move
from west to east a bridge of broken...

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how …

how many odes have been composed
for the sake of the human eye?
since humans first etched papyrus
or chiseled stone
or painted cavern facades by firelight
the magnificence of the visual organ
has been given its due reward
for what...

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how I yearn for July
      and that fat summer sun
   the long sunny days
         and the eves' sultry fun
but sweet...

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how I yearn for July
      and that fat summer sun
   the long sunny days
         and the eves' sultry fun
but sweet...

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Words On The Go - playfully plying wordplay
A Reverse Rant, not averse to a terse verse
sublime rhymes of the times, no Writer's Block to unlock
a poem off the shelf To My Teenage Self 
Who Would...

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PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer 
PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer 
 
a differ song 

Salt And Peepers Yin and Yankee... 
all of us are just too many people suffer in the shaded oasises while long knives 
wait as ninjas making promises to GOD....

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It`s summer and it`s pleasing
           in 12 shades of green.
           I think i`ll go fishing
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I was cleaning my garden bed one day
when a lovely bright green cricket had 
a word or two to me, to say.

At first my eyes was full of wonder
how could this cricket be talking to...

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Nicky, the neighbor’s dog, drags a road kill home.
A beautiful pelt like those fox shoulder garments women wore in the
      forties.
But the head is crushed beyond recognition—maybe it’s a fox and that’s 	
      why Nicky, a canine,...

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Tears from the eyes
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I saw one day a city of trees
Walking down a path with me
Following hidden eyes to see

Saplings jungled up together
Like a stream of walkers too
Confused at all by windy weather

Deer pellets scattered walk-aways
Somebody's got to...

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