Long Priors Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected...

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I'd been throwing up a lot.
My food stuck in my throat,
So every time I had a meal,
I'd cough and gag and choke.

I went to see my doctor,
Time and time again.
They gave me Barium swallows,
But found...

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*Image of Me Flirting by Gfycat.
Tatiana Needed Support To Come Out

Lil' Tatiana her stomach like butterflies,
Could not speak in public, had doctor analyze,
Prescribed taking lessons and try to improvise,
Instead, the butterflies started to colonize.

Insecticides were...

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A young boy walks down a dark city street
His headphones on as he walks with a beat
For some reason he keeps on looking back
Because in his jacket there is a bag of crack
He keeps on...

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Linear highways with oblique life constructs sometimes permeable or literal pathways impartial tell takes of present pasts  and future presents unknown unfolding counter pleasureyours mysterious unknowings and prisonmatic poignant priors yielding gravid pessimistic postures...

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My name is Loreen Parke and I’m from  Detroit City.  
I’m quick.    My Mom calls me   ‘Slick’     
My  friends say I’m Witty. ...

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*Image of Queen's Corgi Whisper by MetroN.

A Dog's Itch

Sepulchral presence seeps a dream,
Nightmarish thoughts spirit the theme,
Fortunate beseech blest pleasance,
Seeps a dream sepulchral presence.

Endless priors fruitless outcome,
Undying fail roughly succumb,
Deathly hallows a field day fires,
Fruitless...

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Petals of a dying rose, 
answers I should not suppose. 
To those still with life I propose 
that the propensities
 and proprieties
 of dull and dying societies 
be cast 
out of our anxieties.
 For those...

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As nightfalls come to fruition

Leaving room of conditions

For dreams to strive

And before dawn breaks

Memory ceases to create

So to mediate

Our corporal world

Into transient capacities

Of unborn fallacies

To mitigate now’s journey

Into sanctuaries bearing

All fruits of now’s nativity

In proximity...

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We never met little Claudia face to face,
But she gave hope to our lives for a  time.
A monthly letter or picture she might trace,
Was enough to make our lives quite sublime.

The Orphanage tutored her...

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Are we man or machine
Who knows what I mean?
You show on the scene 
As if it’s routine
We raise our ire
Don’t learn from our priors
So you leave me in dire
When you see me on fire
On this...

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