Long Puissant Poems

Venerated paternal puissant prophet...

His buzzfeeding spirit jump started
and kindled eternally his uplifting karma,
thus I present genuine psalm
remembrance of things past hallelujah!

Lemme automatically shift figurative gears
and apprise thee dear reader,
when a series of irreversible unfortunate events
accelerated...

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curt hissy Matthew Scott Harris
who wishes ewe well
to make $cents of the following
mumbo jumbo lettered gumbo.

Hip puck crease see
(ad hoc) key hide dee claim
haint how my noggin 
comports itself to take aim,
cuz ear lee aire...

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This dread disease that has afflicted my home, 
This malady, this plague on my house;
This making convertible the former quaintness and provincialism thereof 
Into something wholly despicable and disgustingly homogeneous,
Yclept "cosmopolitanism," and "worldliness," and "globalization,"...

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Scribal notions these, and oh so sorrowful,
But, despite their seeming poignance they are not additionally puissant, no. 
I have seem them, wrapped in warmed and moist leaves:
No, not the leaves as pages of books, as...

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Does God know the sorrows of man?

Does Faith relieve the burdens of sin?

She was worn out as she was worn in
Her spirit had no use for her body
Her eyes saw the face of death lurking
The...

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Venerated puissant prophet kindled karma - hallelujah!

Higher power our prayer for vehicle addressed
courtesy deliverance kindred lady luck,
we (the missus and me) blessed,
whereby each our expanded bosom 
nearly burst forth

(think analogous stuffed to hilt treasure chest)
managing...

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The armies they are massing:
They line and ring every shore, every strand bristling with 
The deadliest of weapons;
The tocsin should be sounded, 
And every cannon is round at its bore.
Fires rage unchecked and unopposed throughout the 
Entire world,...

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"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"



Guns ...

are for p*ssies
you know, short for 
pussilanimous plural

Words …

are sharper 
more cutting
more lethal 

clean 
concise 
quill slicing the lucid flow

you can taste the blood
as you turn them 
twist...

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The maiden's nipples 
swollen, her bosom
flush with excitement,
hailing her goddess as 
she slighted very 
eloquently, puissant.
The goodness they
shared was of sinful
reproach, a somber
obedience of lovers'
admiration.  
The dusk laden sky 
flickered with prose, 
the sorrows...

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A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I,
Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out,
Wizened by time, she knows that otherwise I might turn mordacious... 
God guides my pen and...

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No I don't,
Talk about you anymore;
I don't see you too,
I've no cogent reason either;
For such ludicrous capers of mine.
Coz if I did, I know
I'd whisper only your name
On all forevers;
That'd come and go.

I still watch...

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The lightning strikes and all is dark, 
the Lock Ness Monster is about to embark
on a journey along the ocean’s shore, 
more diligent and courageous than before.
She is strength and beauty combined, 
a delicate creature,...

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The wheels of justice might turn slow,
but...fear not those Dom (men knows)
minions defrauding decent folks...THUS
We (the Gods/Goddesses of Olympus)
interrupt this regularly scheduled pro
gram to deliver urgent unanimous verdict...

Telegram Spake Reportage...Justice
handed down from court of King...

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Panglossian Perspective 
Pivoting Poze Pretentiously

Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading...

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Sometime walking in a slow rain
I find myself like a shattered pane	
This tear jerking fact nags me to cry
But then my heart asks me why? 

My heart pounding fast at that deserted place
Taking me away...

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Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,

paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic

picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant,...

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World at times is a spring of mirth
And at times a root of melancholiness,
Gaiety and ruth are ineluctable quirk of nature
Where it leaves no beings unbrushed.
Bight trice would shimmer some days
And putrid flash would strike...

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The mighty dragons which came
roaring on that fateful night
took great pride in disintegrating
everything in their sight

Nothing was left that was not
scorched by their flame
although to the fire-breathing
dragons it was all but a game

No trees were...

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Two pair of Eyes, assigned as leads,
by the puissant heart! As per the role had needs.
The play comprised a script of emotion,
and the pair showed utmost devotion.

Though rebellion ushered, but still they quelled,
Unaware of what...

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She’s born to nurture, love and understand,
Her puissant presence sways from gay to grand. 
She needn’t scream and shout her point of view, 
With calm and class She carries herself through. 
Multiple  roles She’s...

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Electoral mortification
The ego of one man
chaotically divided a nation.
Hypnotically humiliated 
and brought its people into dissolute hatred,
plucking each other limits.
Dehumanized the intelligence of great minds.
This team of trumpers!
imperious loud mouths, 
puissant leaches stumping on others,
with...

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THE BRIDIE PRICE OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY
Quietly her love fathomed
The glittering incisor,
A puissant one unravished,
An aesthete affirmed.
Wide in comb of friend
A pilot stood aghast
In rapt marvel of a portrait.
With no joy of dislike he lust:
“I...

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When we take a bow from this earth,
the name and life we make here,
our legacies and treasures,
do not exit the stage with us.

both the rich and the poor,
the respected and puissant
will one day hear,
the infamous...

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Confidence fades away
Clothes to the wind
My cracking glass, the nightscape
Contorted into vixen reds and apparition dark
Seventeen

Kitsch eyes, as kitsch as a child
Crying in a kitchen scene over spilt milk
Shrinking under giant flaming wings of a...

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I love to be alone,
even if the nature is out of tone.
But why do you want to be alone??
By dint of the problems,you created on your own.

Some great personalities have said-
"Theories you believe are facts...

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