Long Racking Poems

Please take this time to steer your thoughts
To a wretched land of lochs and glens.
Where a village was tasked and the people fraught
At the woe and sadness life could send.

With the Dragons gone and the...

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This isn't the way we should walk into this
And my SOS signal didn’t seem to bring God into it
Just like shaking people's hands doesn't gift us world peace 
And speaking of shaking hands,
You're in a...

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(Warning...it has a sexual theme to it. You have been warned, innocent readers! Expect the unexpected in this one)

You have the nerve
To give me nervana like I deserve
Nothing's wrong with me
Maintain my lustful heart patiently...

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Determined to read and plant the seed fast
   to emulate poets of the present and past.
I staked the library display Whitman, Kilmer, Frost, unnamed arrays
   including Sandberg and St. Vincent Millay.
It...

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The lead thug burst forth, swinging at Max,
catching him with a fist just under the eye,
Max pitched backwards, fell to the floor,
off-balanced, he slammed hard on his side.
The thug roared,”How do you like that, prick!
I...

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Back straight, shoulders down. Straighten the computer. Stop staring at the purple walls.
Light the candle once, twice, three times -- why won’t it light? --
before the flame finally catches,
filling the room with the scent of...

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The attack came at midnight racking 
me with pain!
So bad, I thought I would go insane.
I took some medicine for it...
Relief came a little, I sighed, a bit.
Wondering if these were my final moments..

What is...

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Been at the Uber game since 2019.
Got in the booming gig work scene. 
Needed a part time job outside retail. 
Something allowing me to write my tale. 

Giving me the chance to pick my hours....

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I've repeated my story a dozen times,
Given small glimpses of my troubled mind

Words can't describe the memories held from within,
Won't free me from a battle that I don't know how to win

In chaos, is my...

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As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves
 
( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. ) 
( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos)
( Cujus animam servare non curat.)


Years...

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Oh no, I wasn't watching the bed side clock.
My husband is home and he has a Glock.
Quick, out the window, my sweet dark night.
If he sees you, then he'll be ready to fight.
He cannot know...

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I watch the morning rise with splendor in the sky and the calm sea running towards me echoing the voice of optimism. It is the voice that you hear when you cleared the cliff and...

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Written: August 09, 20230
Fifa Women's World Cup 2023 Poetry Contest   Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
A stage was set, shining under the beaming light.
The Women World Cup,...

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Besotted winged pollinators
roistering barrage drowned
amidst general insectivorous cacophony
indistinct auditory signals communicated

intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance
midwifed edenic floral pullulation
sensate admixture viz colored spectrum
amidst unrehearsed extemporaneous

orchestral suite bedded lambs
amorous ewe man like bleating songs
nature all aflutter actively...

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Countless instances submitting poems
finds me racking
quite a hefty collection of rejections,
the responses lacking
disappointing voluminous vicious
venomous vitriolic backing
quite the contrary,
the prefabricated responses

unsuccessful at hijacking
my "FAKE" toothy gumption
(since I wear dentures) lip smacking
bite size packing
not exceptionally appetizing,
but...

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Four Letters Spelling Blah...

generally define mine anatomical phooey zook
corporeal status, essentially feeling like gook,
not my usual babbling brook
self, thus finds yours truly whooshing, he
could wave a magic wand (all thee
while exjaculating abra
cud dab bra, or...

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Four Letters Spelling Blah...

generally define mine anatomical phooey zook
corporeal status, essentially feeling like gook,
not my usual babbling brook
self, thus finds yours truly whooshing, he
could wave a magic wand (all thee
while exjaculating abra
cud dab bra, or...

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That gilded cage
with its…
heavy quilted,
ironclad armour 
is Home 
to her soul

She's been busy
racking up layers
while her soul burrows 
deeper 
and deeper 

yielding to the cage's allure

as it whirls through
timeless wormholes 
birthed by life's orbit


Her soul...

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As I look, the world moves so oddly
 home feeling like a story
and there's no tourniquet for my heart
 
No, it's open,
breathing air like lungs
a deep hole, a night slogged by weary eyes
under a sickly...

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The Hustler 
 
sun up ~ to sun .... down
racking ~ stacking ~ busting ...balls 
cues to leaving   ....  fast
            ...

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Life is a playground, the fun never ends.
Not a care in the world, just run around with your friends.
Doodling on the walls
Playing house with your dolls.
Chasing boys around with cooties
But only those you think are...

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Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned “barbe à papa” - winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed...

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The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see...

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Pause…
                                  ...

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-Inspired by my temporary English instructor, Mr. Phinizy 
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Evening had diminished to night; how very quickly did She fly
It is funny how quickly time passes, as if our brains tweak the clocks of life
The night...

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