Long Pulley Poems

Hope and…a father is could be 

Against all odds and expectations
so many rules and norms and
clever theories society’s demands
cultures and conventions there is
no magic wand no miracle solution

I throw you high up in the air
and...

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1.
This hunger artist cannot read 
volumes of printed material fast enough 
to satiate an immense appetite 
and unquenchable thirst 
to acquire learning from 
the millenniums gushing fount of 
cumulative chance revelations, 
(or deliberate intent to...

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Earth day 2020 – Wednesday, April 22

Bajillion banshees scream bloody murder methought
upon Biblical (lionized) forebears stalking heads
birthed courtesy accursed beasts hood besought
winds howl across the oblate spheroid
methinks courtesy Homo sapiens horror wrought.

Climate change/global warming siren...

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speculative fictional account
courtesy yours truly interpretation
impossible mission to surmount
tooling topographic factors,
solving quadratic equations, 
rubik's cube generally tantamount.

Perchance yar juiced
a young man or woman
Aladdin on cusp of securing lass
maybe born, bread and raised
in the city that...

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He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again...

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LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND


White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age
From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work 
School bells and game playing to work's whistle and wage earning
With new mates,...

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In a vehicle, once more this month. Though not going as far as the palm trees, my stomach’s lurching left and right. The baby’s alright! He coos from time to time as we weave through...

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many a december twenty forth gone by, 
whence wisp of carolers ghosts hauntingly adorn
remembrance of sum...
er things passed along tummy 
from ma late ma alm 

compunction eruption viz:
fruition, gumption interruption 
sans redemption how became re:...

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Newfound faith is like my life’s lathe to shape me up and behave or erase all hate and praise Jesus he’s to amaze/
No if’s, and’s or but’s he’ll raise more ways to create craze or...

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While racing on the rocking horse of youth
Going nowhere closer to the sun or faster there 
When swinging pendulums from Democrat to Republican 
Age picks up the pace, in speed it keeps us in our...

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Used to be the Mafia.
Glory to shameful violence.
Off balanced dodgers,
No reconciliation, by Story.
Oh, thank Jesus.
Oh, Thyatira
As time now diminishes?

Now urban dump sites,
Steps into focus.
I can't bare to mention.
Oh, Laodicea.
The place or time, it scavenges.
An untouchable...

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The art of saying what cannot be

………………………………………..for Harriet Monroe
… said
………………or need not be

What's the difference if you call tinnitus or l'acouphène  a 'tintement, a 'buzzing', a 'chuintement', a 'whistling', or pure sounds of music...

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I used to walk carefree around this world, 
My shoulders light and free of any chips
Not thinking fate would ever come unfurled
By nonsense escaping naïve lips

I thought Murphy ’s Law was ludacris
Karma for a mind...

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Eyes swelling with stars as the Sun seems just within your fingers reach,
Hands frozen with icy regret while puffed clouds of dreams suckle rain like a leech,
Drops of tears slipping past the sunshine as heavens...

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This is an outstanding poem and thought that
everyone should read it. I also copied the credits
and author's name. Jim Horn

Poem of the Day: Famous

by Naomi Shihab Nye


The river is famous to the fish. 


The loud...

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 Written: September 29, 2023
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Silence has an inherent sense of fame.
stance that orates itself without a name.
Before the earth was claimed by sound,
Silence knew it would inherit all around.

Perched on a wall, a cat decries stardom.
Amid...

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First night in his final place
My dad called me weeping
“Please Bobby bring me home.”

His skin like ice cream
Melting on handle bars
Plopped in his wheelchair
Square
In the center cone of an empty room

Plaster cracked
A single nail
Where a...

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The majority of mine lxiii years 
expended delving deep into imagination,
yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted... 
reality courtesy bookland
roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae 
did not amp pulley satiate
seemingly depression found me 
(an uncompetitive, oversensitive, 
intuitive, contemplative...

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I hear you like a derrick's chain holding the weight against the strain
I hear you like a laden train longing to unhitch the cars that remain
In every pulley and gear of your being your groaning...

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"Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind."
                          ...

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In this unknown world of knowledge hilly,
You came as a Mozart in disguise dolly
To teach all teachers how to teach fully;
Benefitted though sad – not meeting daily.
Daily meeting not possible, gave a pulley
Of google drive...

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This is a poetry eerily populated with ghosts and mummies and zomboid creatures who go on living though dead from love.

— Patrick McGarth*

ZOMBOID CREATURES

no way out of the well…ceaseless pulley.
     ...

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"The Flipside" 

We write 
our hearts out

we pull 
the catch back in

slowly, 
they read,

we think, 
too fast

swallowed 
in the hollowed out

hallowed hearts measured 
ounce per ounce

we write 
our hearts out

stamping footprints
obstinance turning 

ourselves
inside, out

stone washing
ourselves...

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Father, why did you desert me when I needed you so?
   How could you watch me leave and let go?
You threw me away like yesterday's dirty trash
   Why did you take...

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he wondered through the empty corridor 
awaiting a sudden movement 
within the vagueness that had bestowed 
the value of his timid gestures aroused 
only by the rushing wind beneath his beard 
silently he'd begun to...

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