Long Rain or shine Poems

This is the 2nd THIRD of my 3-part poem - see Mark Stellinga on Poetry Soup for the other 2 THIRDS - couldn't be helped.



“What about neighbors,” I carefully pried...“do any of them check on...

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Drain away the pain that I feel
Drain away the rain that’s real 
Frozen in fire of your desire
Stay a while longer and admire
The healing rain that drains away the pain,
Nourishing the grains of His fruitful...

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What I'm Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and All This Confuses Me
 

       What I'm Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and All This Confuses Me
          ...

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"Each popular belief sans proof endures."    
-- Jezeús
 
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Despite the countless beings dying here as well as there,   
this earth is...

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The Adventures Of Johnny Quest

Hey, Haji, it's Johnny, I've a new game, so come on over.
Okay Johnny I'll be right over, I'm leaving now, see you soon.
I wonder what sort of new game that he...

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Good evening Ladies 
May I say, I am honored and privileged
As this is the first ever time
I have read in front of a woman’s only group
And a fine group of bovine beauties you are

I truly...

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CRAP MISSION :

Well, all the signs I saw,
Were stroke for us all.
Expressing ourselves in accord,
It's simple for me coming forth.
Their fallacies knocking my door;
Screaming my name based on plots.
And I'm giving them no response,
Though I've...

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PROLOGUE
Biographies are for men who have a need to cry
To spell out what we remember is to subtract all
We forget, for knowing then nothing knew, a lie
Conjured by history, there's no a priori here at...

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He’s got holes in his boots 
and he’s wearing tattered old jeans
The state of his worn-out clothes
borders on obscene
He hasn’t had a home-cooked meal
in more than a year
You’re just too busy gambling 
and slugging down...

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Who will I be able to goof off with, at ALL hours, when you’re gone? Who will I be 
able to SING with, that can carry a tune, better than anything I can ever do,...

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I'm a park bench put here for people's well being.                         ...

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She’s rolled up with patience
dedication and faith in the Lord;
her strictness punctuated a shared vision
that focused on learning acquisition.

  Her punctuality, precision, and determination
  to teach her pupils with discipline and right focusing;
...

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Swordsey
 
 
When I was young I had a wondrous dream.
I soared in the winds and swam in the stream.
 
I carried a blade and rode a swift white horse.
I named Him Swordsey and we...

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My accomplish are very small throughout the  daytime
Senior and retired, I have to remember to make sure I don’t forget to take my pills
Memory is short and cannot  focus

Seven fifteen  in the...

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They noticed from the time when they were young…from before they all could speak…their father’s way of looking at the world was different…some would say…unique.

Every morning he’d open the front door…look out over the land...

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We were told at a young age,
capitalism is long-term better
Got the short end of the slave trade,
now everyday I’m feeling fetter

Working the industrial fields,
come rain or shine
Breathing factory fumes that kill,
half-life expectancy 
	was the pyramid...

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I AM FLAWED

Accept me as what I am for nobody is perfect.
I am not broken, I am just an imperfect person.
Who isn’t?  I am just like anybody else with 	
flaws, weaknesses, imperfections that I...

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There are people who smoke their coffee, eat cigarettes, snort beer and throwaway food. Are they ill in the head? Their life tapping out a story. Unknown realities straight out of a comic book. See...

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My Daddy was a  miner 
Way back in 69
He left home at the crack of dawn 
Left us to walk the line

On Sundays we’d go to church
Then home to do our chores
While Mama cooked...

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for under 10$ an hourly wage
you too can be the lucky one
who rides around on the back of a pungent & filthy green
garbage truck for ten hours a day
hopping off and then back on at...

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Where's that ancient land where civilization began?
There...this disconsolate poet was born:
to tell whatever wasn't told on his return,
and to choose his tomb under the shade of a pine;
to be, somehow, comforted by the canary's song,
or...

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As our lips meet for our undisclosed appointment, I slowly get a picture of those green and blue waves in your eyes

It makes me feel like the ocean if the waters under the sun were...

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When I was a kid, I would climb up trees,
Was made to wear shorts and always cut my knees.
Played in the allotments, making tents from cloth and sticks,
Imagining we built a fortress made of bricks....

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My birthday was the last day
She doesn't love me anymore
That day was the worst day
How it shook me to the core

The day before, the day that follows
Either one she could have chose
I never saw this...

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One day I'll be preserved in sands of time;
glaring into diamond rays—white lights
the earth dissolves my flesh to fertile dust;
embeds treasures—secrets in a crackled skull

Metamorphosis—in the closet—white bones
the silver tusk of a unicorn; my wand
golden...

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