Long Pimple Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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Clouded vision as I wake up early morning. Just before dawn, so the neighbor's still snoring. Got 2 messages from my boss sounding ticked. So, I got up, took a shower, made my self some...

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...a true story


It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine....

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Valerie



It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine. At loose...

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...a true story


It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine....

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(Manifesto) 

VIII … stop! - Skid! - Shift knobs, slide gears, vomit numbness, fondle!… the music of 
guillotines!… 

VII … unmannered retching! since everything is a percentage of death in motel prayer-nights 
separated from unholy...

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine. At loose...

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From his mama's own mouth, this story came
Her travail to carry him, a long trail
Of tears, loneliness, suffering and shame
A hunger for which hope made no avail
And then the hemorrhaging, her vital blood
Like common mud,...

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BUT NOW
Late under the moon light, hush, where the stars gleam so bright in the sky and there is only the sound of the Running River and sound of the freezing wind.
You held my hand...

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God’s body has got the best throne
God’s body can freely move around 
Inside God’s glow
God has got a chair of artificial glow
Skies are also artificial glows of God
But it is the biggest
The universe is inside...

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There's an old English song called  All Jolly Fellows That Follow The PLow.  The tune works fine as is for the chorus and with the verses if the tune for the 3rd and...

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My father's tattered house breeds red demons,
and my mother's kitchen feeds black spirits, 
We grew up loving demons and black evil spirits that flies in the afternoon.
Our neighbours keep their eyes away from us, 
They...

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War is the art of making a withdrawal at the bank 
With checks written in the blood of patriots 
Spending lives 
Without a care or whim 
Sacrificing body and soul 
Life and limb 
To justify...

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Poetry Soup, The foundation where I’m planting my roots, 
Lassoed by a rope that’s never loose,
Always bringing me back,
I’m here, ready with no fear, high jacking minds causing post traumatic panic attacks,
Ya no match for...

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As a child, a happy baby boy or daddys pretty little girl you were always so eager to move forward,
you moved, crawled, waddled,even rolled all before you could even say a word,
from the time you...

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I walk into my room every day 
seeing that closet. I wake up 
and I think in my mind "there's 
that sin."
It's a eternal evil, it's clawing at 
the door, gnawing at my skin, 
growing...

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Pick up the plaid skirt curly,
ride to the rave party on the down low
Sneak out the lame pimple place early,
take the cutie to the Hush Hush ‘Mo ‘Mo
Trying to act playa Romeo ... like he...

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Yours truly never heard, seen, no lies
particularly when alone
facing my (pushing up daisies) demise,
without pretense nor guise,
he honestly decries
smelled, tasted, nor touched, any size,

and essentially knew nothing besides
ancient fruit grown in Japan
for past 1,000 years...

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A phenomena misinformed is a mispronunciation of a garbled gargled juice. Only released once. Not twice. Nor three times. In fact the catchment period for enticing a cake is relative only to atmospheric pressure conditions....

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Life so complicated, so vindicated
Life never so simple in the dimple
Smiling, pining, piling up pressure in indicated
Moments and torments in a pesky pimple

Germinating on a face hitherto serene
Driven bonkers when complication that conquers
Spaces and territories...

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Zits!

Pus problems ... oozing wipe love,
has got them innocent bite fangs showing
That baby drac queen moon face turning
into a teenage mutant turtledove

Cold cream cyber hits

Another three-day seclusion ... 
chained to a marred model illusion
Hip adolescent...

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Life is a playground, the fun never ends.
Not a care in the world, just run around with your friends.
Doodling on the walls
Playing house with your dolls.
Chasing boys around with cooties
But only those you think are...

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mother star beams as she beholds her errant brood
  six diverse, rocky planets
  the innermost, a dense, two-faced, frosty furnace
  the outermost, pulverised
  much interfered with by a jovial neighbour
 ...

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If I were a guy
I’d actually enjoy wearing a suit and tie,
I wouldn’t feel uneasy about walking down a late night city street
And high heels would become obsolete,
I’d sleep an extra hour every day, never...

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Landmarks From Childhood Out of Order
David J Walker

Perhaps it was just the random 
remembrance of landmarks
From a childhood well past

Retracing steps made in snow 
as if
They had no better place to go 
although
Every day was...

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