Long Photocopy Poems

The uniform on the floor was to be washed, dried then ironed but the scones that the pig ate meant that a walk to some hidden caves was achieved but only after the recycling was...

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the inside attempting to outside
each with its own absurd shopping list
we are after all composite beings
clumps and aggregates and glomerations
made up from all the faces we have seen
all the people we have imagined to have...

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Fear not for i hold you in my heart
I was not bought but was made
In the perfection of the image of the maker
My heart smiles to you all for your good wishes
You sang melodiously to...

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TENSED ACKNOWLEDGEMNT

To mother, my photocopy
To mother's love so high 
To her undying feelings
My image maker in the eve of
My waxing re-refinement
Things will never be left unsaid
Words will never be left untouched
But reasons be kept in...

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Hold my hand! 
Forget my tears.
Let me show you papa's  grave,
he was a hero with a basket mouth.
He tinted our future with his wagging Lips, 
his eyes,  a staccato of his old self....

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There is a reason for every word
She took my heart for herself
and hid it from the rest of the world
She has me to herself
"Love" seems to be the word
that has her thinking about me rather...

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Tell them i was here
I carried them in my sack for nine months.
Tell them the ugly pains I encroached.
The fire that was in my chest.
The belly aches, the back pain, heartburn and headaches.
Tell them i...

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HOMOLOGOUS: MY FATHER'S BRAIN AND MOTHER'S HEART 

Dad's extrovertism 
lures my enthusiasm,
Mom's humanitarianism 
and both of their dynamism 
births my undying optimism.

A fruit certainly doesn't fall 
too far from the tree at all.
I'm the true...

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she described her work as creating creatures
using her efforts to summon the greatest fear
of people
she wanted her audience to believe her
and she wrote with an effort to
envision the deepest and darkest
feeling of fear and loneliness
the...

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Out of sight ... out of mind
That which my eyes cannot see
Is just an impression, a replica, a photocopy
Filed away in the vast expanse of mnemonic space
Drifting through grey matter
Losing more of itself along the...

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If your life is a story what will be your titled page?
Will it be just a kindle format or a hardback
I wonder what the pages would spell like 
May be of mystery, misery, love, hate,...

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By Mark Miller © 12/09/2014

Divergent views across vile crest waves smile high the creeping crawl
Vacant recall behind will's fate corners awaits prodigy built city sprawls

Fearing furious memory's cradle under moons momentary falls
Departing sun drain dendrites...

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Don't kill yourself
I beat my chest 
I decided I will not be nothing
Lesser than who I am 
There is no other way of existence
I know 
I cant be a photocopy when I am the original
I...

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Home:-

Home is a place where you can relax,
Print photocopy, and fax,
I love it because it is a place where you can be,
Staying up, not going to sleep, because, you had too much tea.

Sitting on the...

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A oozing interference causes doubt
that everything I care about
is truly not just in my head
where dense dreams are bred
and ignorant sanctuary from what I think I know
about depression, myself, where my thoughts will go
at night,...

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Realistically, I should just photocopy last years resolutions-
exhausting is the list of things written in my eloquent handwriting, but
secret is my list- I cannot reveal a thing
obsessive-  I am following each written requirement
labyrinth seems...

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LIFE STYLE

Don't lie
He who thinks to lie for honorary
Will only be honoured embarrassment 

Says the truth 
But he who eats "dodo" banana
Will cease to say the truth

Apply equality but
He who want to uphold equity
Must come...

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I'm  nursing a headache the size of Corfu
my stomach is tied up in knots,
it's the seventeenth time that I've been to the loo
feeling sick with a dose of the trots.
My memory's blank as to...

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Dressing without a book is nakedness
If so who is a Lecturer
A people cracker
A person who makes photocopy
Of other scholars work
One who eats and earn by 
Academic deceit
A person who deprives
Smart pencils their grade

Who is a...

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EVERYBODY SHOULD BE A LOVE POET

Yes! Everybody should be a love poet
Everybody should treat their pen like pet 
And their jotters like bet9ja ticket 
Everybody should write about her!
The damsel with no photocopy
The queen with...

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I have a small secret love in my life, 
A marriage I love to do,
It’s when I use the stapler, 
Making one grouped sheet from two.

The heavy duty mechanical,
The straight, to big, to small,
I love...

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IT HURTS AND HEALS

You can have eyes,
For love you'll always be blind,
There times you tried to scream ,
But no one could even hear your voice.

Don't force issues,
There's only one copy of you,
Never think of any...

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