Long Pitying Poems

What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no poor to clean the floor
What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no one to guard the door
What would the rich do...

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"Fraudulent"



A writer writes of people 
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all

like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors 
that judgmentally remain closed after glimpsed twigging -

a monumental fail,...

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If there is life there 
must be an encounteration.
Even the moons and 
the suns, all get to return 
back if they passed 
to their eventual 
transportation. The morning
lights shunned and pass 
like flying clouds. When...

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She Hasn't Killed me yet
                           58.

   ...

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To Kill a Mockingbird is both a young girl’s coming-of-age story and a more nebulous production about the reasons and consequences of bigotry and discrimination, examining how good and evil can coexist within a particular...

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We will be the trustees of life's passions...
The villas of villainous Rome are burning behind me
from Capua to the Cisalpine Alps the skyline is smoldering from her savage sins,
monuments of luxury built, furnished,  and...

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True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky
(any resemblance between this poem,
and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind
     loosed another idea
     for a poem asper
(wren)...

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A battle rages within,
Silent thoughts behind a hidden veil,
an ice prince some say,
lacking emotions, a player some term
he is an enigma the world doesn't understand
awkward,anti-social, a fly in the wall,
one who is rarely missed,
a friend...

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The lunch dishes were still in the sink
We were having cans of beer to drink

Then came the sound we did abhor
The opening of an automobile door

“Just peek and see who’s out there.
For any visitors, I...

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I wonder what would Jesus say
If He were to walk into the fray
Would He point and accuse
The volatile atmosphere confuse
Would he spend time to malign
Place on forheads, the devil’s sign
Would He just point and then...

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you never told my other mother anything
id be looking
for the real thing
you never told my other brother
we would be confused by reality
and the fairytailes
would lead us
to a destiny 
unwinding the hands of tick tick ticking...

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I kissed her
like I had a thousand thousand other times
it was ...
similar -
the same movement and press
the same taste
the same lips and mouth and tongue
the same warmth and wildness
and yet ...
it was like kissing a...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang 
back into the womb
versus being threatened 
courtesy beastie boy gang
beating me to a pulp 
after accurately discerning 
being scared less pang
suddenly imagining myself 
buffered, and buttressed...

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The Snow that Flurried like Chatting Kangaroos
Ramah Prince was thinking about Suhail G Faizal again. Suhail G was a remarkable rover with pretty hair and wide lips.

Ramah walked over to the window and reflected on...

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O how I wonder what the night will bring...
Will it bring me some one to feel a fling?
A fling that is brisk and quick that will make me fall in love again?
Will the night be...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation 
nsync with baby boom.

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I...

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August 6 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 9-12

Key Verse – Ezekiel 10:5 And the sound of the cherubims' wings was heard even to the outer court, as the voice of the Almighty...

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I drank the blood. 
Shuffled up to the altar,
pearly white shoes scraping over
faded white tile dirtied by the footsteps 
of countless sinners.
(I knew, even then, that that same grime already claimed my soul.)
I accepted the...

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No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got...

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The urge 

For we been equipped fellow citizens of 
Motherland, Africa she sang of, Poetic is 
It justice? just ice frosting dreams, hopes
Parliament a breeding citadel of perverse 
Codes that terms us labourers in our...

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Dear Self,

I'm oh so sorry I let you down, so many uncountable times
Sorry I ignored your cries and pretended I didn't hear them, though they were all 
what was ringing in my ears
I'm so sorry...

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I spoke those words impulsively,
I didn't think them through,
And now I disagree with me, 
Knowing you do too.

We analysed at the same time, 
simultaneously conclude, 
Scrutinising my own mind, 
disagreeing just like you.

What a stupid...

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Degradation of the soul is my lifeline. Burning flames suck out the sublime traits, of overlords stretching to take their turn in front of the lingering hatred of conformity. Your pitying powers of guilt spread...

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I am going to sit here – Letter to a strong black man

I keep hearing voices that a Fire is going to come against me.  
That everyone will turn on me, and that I...

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Already twenty two years has passed since the first day I opened my
eyes
and to confirm that I’m alive
The doctor slapped my butt then I cried
everyone was happy and mom smiled
but for me it was just...

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