Long Penitent Poems

I can feel my spirit crying 
And I can tell that someone is dying
I can feel my spirit crying 
When a special tear drop from my eyes
It is not a tear of worry,
Neither is it...

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RHYMES FOR SHARED TIMES

Maintain shared possessions - clean, tidy and in working CONDITION
Share responsibilities, or allocate them in a fair and balanced PARTITION

Keep your promises and earn TRUST
Be as truthful as possible and do not...

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Out of emptiness comes this:
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes
Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end

Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that
     ...

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So it is I am here
So it is I am sitting on the chair
So it is I am trying to absorb some fresh air
It is Sunday evening and my heart is melting
It is Sunday evening...

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If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV

(Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject
made public by protesting Mothers of infants victims of pedophily
at the hands of the Clergy...

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Not so long ago ...
your numbers darkened the west
a noble profile of strength and pride
and the epitome of the innate, free, pioneering spirit
that your country was founded upon ...

It is said that single
groups of your...

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We ponder Pandora as the person preordained
to unleash a plethora of plagues upon our persons.

But here's what I heard:
Pandora had two sisters,
Persephone and Proserpina.
Pandora perused poetry 
while Persephone practiced petite-point.
But Proserpina possessed the predilection
for picking...

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I stand on top of the mountain gazing over the horizon
Looking at the clouds rolling by with a message wrapped up in the sky. The message is subtle, the message is brief,
The message is in...

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In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy...

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SILVER STAR

I have long since lost Hope,
because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless,
as if sculpted out of my restless spirit
in the long nights of reverie.
You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope.
It...

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The sun rises this morning with its fresh fragrance
Spilling rays of hope, and love everywhere
While the morning looks proudly at me,
And danced away its aged old misery
The smell of hope lingers beyond the shore
And a...

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I admit tubby distracted by a modeling
female physique when attempting to write,
an aching agony rips thru this son,
gripping with hard on – tight -
by Dickens constricting sensation,

who orbited the sun LX times
coon sitters himself heterosexual...

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Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe

Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of...

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“It’s in there!” 
The frizzy haired woman insisted with mirth in her eye.
“But, how?”
I asked beseechingly.
She gave a mischievous laugh from impish lips in reply 
And then skipped merrily on her way.
The most precious thing...

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I can still hear the rumbling and drilling sound of the machine rubbing against the trees, and the dust absorbing the penitent wisdom of the futile murder scene. The loop bends solemnly underneath the fence...

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You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes
And make of love the distinction that love despise
And all figures come only to my praise of the gift
God gave to Adam, when he unreplenished,...

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We started out together, dear Friend
Hours on wearied knees we’d spend
‘til from hour glass more time we’d lend
But now I wander, what might have happened?
According to you, it seems late for your soul to mend
For...

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Languor of the mind
I.	My, my, My how times flies.
        Another year has transpired.
        Yet, a City has not been revitalized to...

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The Nap Master
HAIL the astral world of utterance,
     one befalls to eavesdrop whisperings of their sweet nothings, 
          breathlessly whisking up a...

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As I drive by the end of days I see a pumpkin and a happy witch on the doorstep of my joy,
As I pass by my four year old’s awe toward friendly ghosts down the...

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*Image of A Universal Star by Private Stock.

A Penitent Soliloquy

It is in junctures like these that I encounter myself 
traversing a meadow of spring colors just yon the lea
where purples and pinks contest further
plus blues...

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Is depression a band playing?
Always jeering at my brightest sets
Blows off the smallest bow leaving me a husk
Depression cat calls behind the veil

Dark days alone with my ever-present God
Hopelessly kneeling to my sad nature
A dead...

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The anointed Jesus comes with the Power of God
and the working of prophecy will he complete
he will trod the habitable beneath his feet
till the nations shall know that Jehovah be laud

All things spoken of him...

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Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists

When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,'...

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A beep!! Message inbox queued
Bring around his sleepy-eyes 
The night prowler came alive.
Last night’s morning sayonara smack
Later left with unrequited calls.

Message through network by amorist, said,
‘Hoped if u were here beside,
I wud have rest my...

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