Long Plunders Poems

Immortal Al, the poet. 
Yes, and don’t he know it 
And forget me not, his imaginary friend, Mortal Lee, that’s me! 
He has a Masters in Authorship. Me, his penmanship. 
He’s not just any or...

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October Rain

Is it
simply a case of precipitation,
moist warm air condensation or
are they God’s tears showering us with love,
as rain washes away our sorrows,
in the hope of brighter tomorrows.

Gloomy grey skies conceal a shy sun
with murky...

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Barbie, Atari, He-man 
Batman, She-Ra, Ronald Reagan
Lower student loans, and landline phones
The Dark Crystal and around 5.2 billion people 
Andre the Giant’s Honeycomb commercial 
Rainbow Brite, Jem, and Rose Petal 
Welcome to the Jungle, Cheers!...

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There were no gold medals to pin
and no starters gun to begin
but for sure we were out to win
               the Baptism...

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there was once a mother, who was different from any other. She was mean, she was rude, she was cruel and had an attitude. Her boyfriend, made her is world, but no matter what she...

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There you are 
you’re sitting down 
feet planted firmly on the ground
staring at a blank screen 
wrists held just so, 
your anxiously poised
ready to go 
writing all that you have inside
your blinking 
liquorice windows

All you...

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Pleased playing flute upon a riverbank, 
He hardly saw the king's man approaching, 
E’en closer as he came to show his rank: 
I’m here with a message, a note from king. 

Among fortunate few ye...

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A vortex of wind dancing, with drums of thunder  Waltzing, plunders the lands it turnsA partner revolves around the twisterThunderous beats escort the funnel cloudsDarkness split by flashes of lightning,The music and tone are...

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Achilles, The Journey To Troy, 
(Part Two) of (Part One-titled, Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal)

Achilles, The Journey To Troy

Woe! wretched horrors Olympic gods sent that day
mighty king suffered, his treasure stolen away,
power of...

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"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood." 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

In this performance we call life,
my spirit searches for an interlude of peace.

My poetic mind riots consumed by rhymes, 
savaging...

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The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor...

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Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift when she sees him there
 
Across the room, a lady...

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Harsh winds blow from a baron frozen land,
Of ice and snow.
Exhaling Nordic gods breath a chilling mist
An eerie foggy vapor creeping along the
 Waters aquatic edge.
Rages angry seas lap against the wooden
Hauls as battle harden...

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I am the Project Air Bridge, 
The veritable virus lord-cum-felon of duty fraud.
Fumaye's privileged his bridge that projects pompous airs.
Maelstrom, mammon coextend where it forks and fares.
Transpontine ambulances shriek, hearses creak;
Cispontine pandemia profiteerings peak. 
Lip...

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she moves sleepy-headed in the bed next to me
and in the stillness of the mornings dim light
her hand finds its way across my chest and like an idle dancer spins
nonchalant circles of heart shaped wishes...

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The Devil wears Armani
By Steven Cooke

She was eighteen, I was thirty two
She was an unread poem,
I was yesterday’s gift.
Her heart she gave gladly,
Her beauty mine, to enjoy.
Given away in youthful sacrifice,
The Guilt was all mine.

But...

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Carefree and sunning,
Scenery stunning,
Relaxed feeling free,
Kids play in the sea.
Then people are screaming,
Pinch, am I dreaming?
Past me everyone runs, 
I look for my sons.

They are not running,
Nature is cunning,
A tsunami wave,
God! I must run, save
My...

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the stern of the junk  

stuck out like the tip of an iceberg

surrounded by plastic bottles

filled baby’s nappies

flip flops and crocs


we can walk on water

whatever floats our boat

sustainable climate change

the hotter the better

while the...

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The river bends, and the river breaks.
The mind, so pliable, so fragile.
In relation in the oddest ways.
The river effortlessly wanders through the landscape,
The mind effortlessly travels through fact, fiction, and contradiction.
The river exceeds its banks,...

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What a life!


If I man enter your house, eat your food, and have your wife, just because I can.
I say unjust.
If I man wear your suit, drive your car, and sleep in your bed, just...

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A sleeping dragon


Beneath the ground there lives a beast.
For aeon’s it has lain asleep,
Upon the bones of those it defeats.
The hopeless slain in graves so deep beneath.


The firelight in only darkness.
The ghost of old, it’s...

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This low beam flies high
Searching for news in the skies
The answers drown only to come back around through the glow of simplicity sticks
and
Downtown vintage tricks
and
She’ll remain rain with drops of blame to entertain that
Lack
and you...

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*Based on Plato's Allegory of the Cave

Numb fists with bloody wrists 
chained to crumbling walls.
Glazed eyes that never spy 
a single truth or fault.
Dim light impairing sight 
in spaces dark and shallow.
Stone walls where lies...

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the white language of snowfall lay
perfectly still where sunshine once warmed
a shaft of light pierces the evening tide of falling snowflakes
a point of reference for the weary footfall of
the man heading home
warm sweet home
his steps...

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THE WALL
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