Long Pouting Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly 
Driving up...

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Please, save me!!
Solitude is speaking, oh so lonely...

We have plenty of gain 
In our pockets, overflowing with light
You are like an airplane,
Landing safely from a fantastic flight 

My beating heart can't take this anymore
The moment...

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This whip is a relic of war
an instrument of severe education, 
come now Avia, look how lovely and vulgar,
it is essential for you to appreciate it's intention,
feel it's supple weight, the simple fright,
I use jasmine...

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I loved my job as a librarian, and today I was walking to work,
In the warmth of a summer morning, when golden butterflies lurk.

I had some extra time, and it happens I took the scenic...

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It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.

When from my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused,
By sweet breezes that...

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As I thought upon the coming of February, the month designated as Black History Month, I began to think upon potential ancestors of long long ago. My imagination got the best of me, and this...

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(Spoken) Are you having a bae day?
Are you having it your way?
You don't show any consideration towards me, going astray
I'm going to phade away into the night, since you aren't my sun-shining day
Dismay is what...

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I tried not to pout about the past 
I cried out so many tears and they run dry so fast
I tried not to be very, very sensitive like what you said
I flied so many mountains...

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(His Version of Pieces and Memories of You)

A smile one so beautiful that I asked myself, could she be real? As I sat there looking at your picture you would never believe me when I...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the people did dump
It still matters not what they seek

He cussed...

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 (Chant: You threw me out like a pen that ran out of ink
I’m no longer useful for writing…drawing…I’ll stop resisting & fighting
Though the tears run down my eyes…the tears were clouding my eyes –...

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That is your job, the mama tells us at school.
We feed her child breakfast, lunch, and an after school snack free of charge.
We give her child a safe place to be, while she has seven...

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Verse 1:
I took several selfies in the dark
Tonight, I want to sing my heart out
I want to be your flaming spark
Or a swirling, singing lark, no doubt
Silence your screams, a harmonic drought
You led me to...

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~title was made by KAP and poem made by me (=~

If you want to be a rainbow to the rain,
You must believe and to hop on its train
If you replace sorrow with happy, wonderful days,
The...

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(continued from 'Son of Amattai - 1 of 2')

in the belly of the fish
Then Jonah prayed unto the Lord, his God,
Deep from the belly of leviathan.
“I cried out to you, Lord, in my distress,
For I...

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Beauty, like Truth,
speaks eternal promise
of timeless decomposition.

Flexing Grace
effects empathic Truth
optimizing promise prophets past
reiterating Golden Mythic Creation Stories.

Many have mentioned strength of compassion
and tenacious flexibility of mutual mindfulness
as Two Horses to effective political-economic
natural-spiritual sufficiency.

Most dominant Yang...

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FRENCH GIRLS  


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I'm named Delysia (sic) Patricia. This poem was 
inspired by Chris De Burgh's "Stripper" song.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABwDWwYX0Q4.

A buxom beaut
ill of repute
amply endowed with bits to spare
undoubtedly cute
without dispute
had a penchant her wares to lay bare
...

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My Mentor is My Friend

There was a time not long ago
Where I felt I had no friend
I thought if I stopped moving
In the trash can I might end

I felt so easily over looked
Disrespected, even mocked.
But...

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We found the smoking gun but we wouldn’t tell a soul
The you that I would tell everything to 
Left me sinning and spinning in my own cave of exulansis, 
on my own island of impending...

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"50 Words for Poe: Witch"




She liked driving fast
The number plate in the dust
Read DOT.OZ.LimaLimaBrava 
Their destination was Wichita

Foot to the Floor 
Off Route 66 Silver Lady purred
Some Kansas backwater 
Galena sped by in a blur

He...

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No wisdom more canny than the folksome pantun’s peasant proverbials
            Wake! Monde Malais! Wake and note no Sultan whirls as a Sufi
  ...

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But on this night he saw so clearly before
His eyes would not leave the sight at the door
Graceful and gorgeous the girl who appeared
As a storm brewed outside and the heavens had teared
And so Lyla...

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I watch for her after midnight's twelve strokes,
often thinking how life likes to play cruel jokes.
Stilettos clicked on pavers as she walked
a nod on the stairs, but we'd never talked.
Eyes smudged with black liner, like...

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