Long Rambles Poems

Their human ma and pa were spark out in reclining chairs
But Rum and Raisin watched the TV with enraptured stares
The western had just ended with the credits rolling past
And Raisin said, “That gunslinger was super...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art...

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China Tour Diary Moment #1
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KUNMING THOUGHTS


Sunday morning flight to Kunming city;
East bound to explore vignettes of China;
New vistas to sight, postcard memories;
Feast visual galore on tour agenda.

Yunnan province greets our earthly landing;
Brisk clearance and we...

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There goes the man that the town calls EL TORO;
they call him THE BULL for he is six feet and five inches tall, 
three hundred and sixty nine pounds,
he did not have to fear any...

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Everybody's ready to ride the wave but he never really ready to ride his fade they said enough to thinking everything is good copesthetic but then you realize most of your life be hectic and...

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Home
How long will people die at the hands of mercenaries
How long will I be ridiculed on my own continent
How long will nature endure the harm being done to the land
There’s no place like home, no...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Andrea Dietrich, using some of her poem titles. This is actually inspired by a contest named "Title Wave", that was sponsored by our Soup member...

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A south wind carries magnolia petals
and butterfly wings, wafting through thoughts at dawn. 
I share sweet expectations, peace 
in mellow morning dew, holding fast to the hush like a treasure 
of rediscovery in bright monarchs...

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" SuperFine" Borrow Quarrious made his debut in a bout against his former tag team partner  "Honey Mambo" Yurts Kussinov. The bout ended when there former manager Caul Fennish interfered using a folding chair...

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The Webb’s my second Mommy and Daddy of the year ; It’s only June
 Mr. Carver, the social worker rambles on as we pull into the driveway 
 My five year old eyes open wide...

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Now picture this I am going to give you readers a piece of me not fanasty but realist 
come and take a walk with me stay for a while this poem is called brothers killing...

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I next encountered the divine
Many years later in Berkeley, California
I had gone home to be with my Mother
While taking leave from my job
in the Foreign Service

I had two weeks there by myself
My wife came later
near...

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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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Uprooted

Roots and searching for answers
Tiny boxes music dancers
Small, petite, and slowly climbing
Slowly songs release, forever winding
Absent end one dive from death
And snow falls with releasing breath
Black Boxed in space sister son
Exhale, inhale   dancer...

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Imprisoned by the way things are,
Breakfast, coffee and cream,
Eggs with toast
Sometimes it’s burnt, branded
By the decades old toaster – former things,
We can’t replace,
Because this one is a memory bearer,
Possessing days gone now,
Days before his heart...

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Last night I met an old boxer in an alley of cardboard; he seemed glad to see me, 
shouted me over for a fight, I told him ‘Hey mate, I’m not in your league’ 
‘Young...

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Jack Ellison wasn't from Nantucket
I read prose that his cleaning lady had a nice bucket
But he vowed to look in silence quite as a mouse
For fear of sleeping in the perpetual doghouse

PD, appears and disappears...

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they say one man's trash is another man's treasure, that's what Quince tells me....

they think of girls in a violent and sick way, that's what quince tells me....

they laugh at jokes that make no sense...

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As I walked down Mulberry Street, my pack and the shoes on my feet.
I see a nickel, penny a dime an empty bottle of wine.
Fletcher the old drunk, smelling a bit of a skunk still...

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I see the lovely lion golden in the sun
And his mate as she wanders looking over their realm 
Studying for just the right piece of dinner for her sons
And there they are jumping on their...

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Now, that the sun is shining;
I can hear my heart denying;
Longing for the love
Longing for the girl, marigold I am told
That
The Goldenrod and Easter Lilly;
They both along with marigold think that I’m rather silly, silly;
When...

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A Dark Reflection 

We are all hunters masked by Usernames and Handles
We capture the moments that eventually become rambles,
In our history of past and prehistoric posts that puncture
We yearn for likes and loves this desperate...

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"I'd ride on the current of the Wayfarer Wind,
not caring where his breath would take me."
                   ...

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He is driven to the Day Hospice each week without fail,
Walking with a cane, hunched over, tall, thin and very frail.
He kisses his wife goodbye and touches her hand as she leaves,
Although she reassures him,...

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There, that songwriter-singer again,
  this late-night song-talk show on TV,
    he must be in his mid-forties still,
      but looks much older than seventy.

   ...

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