Long Procures Poems

One person, homeless, in soiled clothes
stands at intersection of two roads, stares continuously towards the road 
where palatial houses with beautiful flowered gardens are lined up.

Mesmerized imagines himself inside those bungalows
servants in queues, to serve...

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A wildflower grows on the cobblestoned streets of this dingy town,
Among the dirt and debris left behind by the seasons.
A misplaced beauty working her way up among the cracks between
the rocks of this place she...

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When a child if gifted with a book it transforms into a key to unlock the mind.  The gate to the secret garden of imagination is pried from its forgiving hinges and the child...

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The ABCs of Another Poetry Soup Friend, Who Is:

Amiable and responsive to many people in need.
Bold when it comes to matters of conservation.
Caring and sympathetic, her heart seeks goodness.
Dismayed at times, her strength endures…even on...

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Here we go around to explore bargains,
This downtown shopping brings sure encounters;
We loiter these grounds with mindset laid plain,
Leafing and breezing through noisy clutter.


We take our sweet time to look and enjoy,
No need to hurry...

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     Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
     Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon 
     Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen 
     Custom...

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I acquire grievous compost in my mind’s glass eye,
piles and piles of waste debris lingers-
my subconscious feeds my intellect
and I am left breathing pure black ash

sinister by true nature yet pure as the whitest gold,
I...

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I am what you call a bearer of the "caul"
I was born with a veil that covered my face
It's supposed to be a sign of many things
For me this caul has given me the future...

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Since ages ago the kite exists
To entertain the small and the elder ones

Built in several forms and multi-coloured
It shares happiness to the kite flier

A good  pastime  for children and adults
Kite flying  procures...

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What doth he do? In the hall of learning
He, teaches us alphabets
Using which we simulate stupendous sonnets
he teaches us, with contrasting countenance
from mere additions to anatomy of hens
This is he does in the hall of...

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The Spider Queen, The Sycamore
       And The Tiger Moth

It is with glee 
I gaze upon 
A sycamore tree, 
A cobweb spun, 
And there between 
The budding leaves 
The spider...

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The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It blows her pain away
The breeze…the breeze…the breeze
It makes everything okay
For all that seems it brings…
A happy breezy Jane~

Wondrous windy days ….can take that empty shame
Lifting all the sorrow…..and blowing away the...

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A swelling in his nostrils bulged.
His crooning bellows off distant cliff.
The bull elk’s mane expands in rhythm
Mates are sought through distant forest.

Challengers may seek a struggle,
but, must withstand his bending thrust.
The raucous song of crashing...

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I'm indulging myself by re-posting this poem from 2017
because it cracks me up and I thought we might laugh together


Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.

Each...

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Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.

Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize
spending his time guarding the sofa so it won’t rise,
while my cooking and housework...

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Feathered tight,and muscles strong
acute eyesight with talons long
I fly to heights through golden paths
for if I might,my mate i'll catch

We sing our song beneath the Sun
our chase is long,but thats the fun
foreplay is sung as...

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Death is the great equalizer,
it comes for poor and rich alike.
We are allotted a finite 
period of time to exist.

Regardless of social standing,
death is the great equalizer.
There is no escaping that fact,
no matter what your...

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A true leader will lead the way into battle and he is defined by his actions and choices which will impact his followers. A leader procures a sense of security within his followers and secures...

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When the sun's vibrance 
is brilliant,
Upon the petals of rose,
so fond.

Sparkling pads of lilly
sway, as gentle winds, 
billow across sullen ponds.

As a mother's nurturing bosom
procures, 
as sweet, 
venusian milk glistens,
for her infant's cries.

Sweet, 
like new...

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I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
I see an exact
Copy of me.

I look in the bed
That lies above mine
There comes a voice
That procures my whine.

I look at the table
And to my right
I see...

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