Long Pleads Poems

The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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The Trial 5

Workers in the courtroom were making last minute sitting arrangement for Poetry Soup’s poets who have been following the case.  

Their comments after reading the transcripts, were seen by Love.  She...

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We are the days that we’ve become. 
moments dripping gifted from
the lounging clocks in rolling melted sightings, 
given by the gifted madness of a soulmate’s fightings. 

Our lives wrapped up in phrases coined
in books like,...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part Five


Have you heard about the bespectacled man who wore his glasses to bed?
Because when he awoke mornings his dreams were all blurry in his head.
And what about...

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I’ve always been a prankster and a lover of a joke.
I love to see the puzzled look on an unsuspecting bloke,
when he looks around and lifts his hat - totally confused.
Some take a joke for...

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*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been edited many times over the years. I consider it to...

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SCANTILY-CLAD in the GARDEN of S W EDEN

Here I stand, all alone, scantily-clad in the garden of S W EDEN.
Wondering if the Original Garden still remains untilled and uneven.
Wondering how that Serpent knew of the...

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From my Blog:
Of Byron, Keats And Shelley, A Few Words

(1.)

Of Byron And A Visit I Once Had

Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown
I wake at the break of day with a groan
the smooth mirror...

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"The Unicorn and The Sticky Asphalt Jungle"



Bedtime stories
now walk through fog
The Unicorn skips 
on lines of sticky Asphalt

The father writes his play
The mother seen as absent
becomes deus ex machina
she will be the only one 

to...

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A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out,
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs,
"This world is yours, dear, a garden for stories to grow."
But her digital eyes hold a...

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Unlike the seas, who believe
In keeping their secrets,
Seizing the hopes and dreams
Inspirations that agree
Generosity sees the need
Provides without expectation
Contributes and never listens
To the voice of greed – believes
Giving is the way to bring to life
Representative...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces, John Ruskin, 1853

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I had no friends and was totally striped of personal pride and self respect.          ...

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Smoke rising from the ground
Obscures the pools of blood
Where soldiers uttering sounds
Lie dying in the mud.
Horses neighing, running scared
In horror find no end
Of battleground that's shared
The crimson life of men.
A bugle lies still tightly clenched
In...

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If I can say it,
but not sing it,
or even hum a resonant melody
that feels like it,
then perhaps my greater gift
is silence,
at least for now,
until toxic seeds
ripen into our healthiest
resilient,
harmonious,
fertile wealth.

So, sing to me,
divinely doctrined Missionaries
and...

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Conflict was in turmoil at the thought 
    of what he'd done.
And the walls were quickly closing...
    so he was forced to run.
Danger lurked at every turn
  ...

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In sorrow weeping upon your own bed 
I watch you now in sadness despairing 
Upon the pillow of pain lies your head 
Lost in the grief your temple is bearing 

My heart is light and...

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Shape of Crucifixion
a balance 
of what is right
the good inside man
blessing myself 
in the name 
of Our Father
 
Begging mans forgiveness 
of the Son 
who arose 
from the dead 
his Holy Spirit 
I bow my...

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Pride negatory
Better to share His glory
God writes your story

Special kind of gain
We can only learn through pain
God may not explain

Treasure has a source
Wisdom is treasure, of course
God stores His resource

When God sends trouble
And we climb...

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Written: April 27, 2024

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 Seraphic, sibilant wisdom,
    a grace-gorged vista,
...

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In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls,
Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls
One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears
The other, a vicious shadow, barbed smile and pointed...

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Peace lifts the burdens,
That the strongest arms cannot lift.
Hope silences the worries,
That the richest man cannot mute.
Faith ends the doors to doubting,
That the sweetest assurance cannot close.
Love erases the darkest burdens,
That the greatest solace cannot...

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Over the passing years only pain reached her ears
his words struck her deep, there was no day they would seize
each day she cleaned up, but she couldn't wash the hurt away

in her memory of him...

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Having hemorrhaged hope from a gaping gash,
That I've let bleed from between my eyes,
My heart has held that it shan't cease to clash,
With my head 'til I command what its corpus cries.

Water has woken my...

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