Long Port wine Poems

When I was a child along with my cousins we listen to heroic tales about our ancestors and in someway the mill was always mentioned. So we went to discover these EPIC Historic site. A...

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Anguished pained introvertedness
choked, immobilized, paralyzed...
rigor mortis frozen state held sway
over mine adolescent body as if...
scared to death upon unavoidable
close encounter (perhaps maybe

third time within same number of
days), sans wretched mortified
inevitable orbit, this bodily Earth-
ling on...

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WHY THOMAS K THOMAS LEFT A SUICIDE NOTE

Nothing left aside,
He lay on his back
Eyes fixed at ceiling fan.
Reminiscence of Predicament
Of travels in shade
Sojournment in places many.
Land of beautiful women
Back waters,
Port wine and pure lust
Day of...

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Here we part ways, dear. Sorry, excess makes me sick.
You'll visit me one day as an anticyclone.
We ate cheese drinking Port wine few times a week,
Used to chip in for a new bottle like brothers.
From...

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I`m Sailing 
I was sailing along the coast of Greenland the sea was
 as green as empty Port Wine bottles when 
a storm struck it was a fully automatic boat I batted down
 the hatches...

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Heard my dad mutter, a hundred greenbacks,
you trying to give me a heart attack.

For that much money, truth be told,
that dog of yours had better crap gold.

Then dad hemmed and hawed,
grumbled and guffawed,

Wiped his lips...

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I hate to do this to you
I kissed the scar tissue
on your shoulder blade

It sits there, port wine raised scar
placed there in a time before I met you
by a lighter held by a long ago...

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Missing it all again
Between the raindrops
Beneath the water's surface
Believing all gets ruined 
But moving forward just a step
By step. By step. By step
Covers so much ground 
To endings & beginnings
Missing it all again.

Port wine tawny...

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I visit them in silent repose,
their memories float on whispered breath.
Bringing the delight of days now gone,
I do not feel the sorrow of death.

Here I can still see his loving smile,
feel his spirit fill my...

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Alfred and the addiction 
 
Alfred the pianist is my father who denies fatherhood
had stopped smoking, he had a golden cigarette holder
which he gave me I also noticed he hands trembled 
this because he had...

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Rose-petal lips, first quarter-moon forehead, galaxy face
Dimpled chin, button nose, flimsy jaw, eyes with a wild gaze
Skin that lures and intoxicates, like Tawny Port wine
She's divine. She's benign. She's also a sign of decline.

Created from...

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Christmas shopping
Less and less, I like being near people 
The café was full of people talking about
How expensive everything is
Buy less is my answer, prices will fall
Until you can afford to buy things you like
To...

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port wine
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