Long Rampages Poems

De ja vu is seen right before my 7 senses...don't listen to the cries of lies...
Complete me...don't leave me empty - let my 6 become 7 (complete me) This bothersome feeling of disbelief intensifies -...

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It’s been a long time coming
But I’m still on my game 
Writing is the only outlet 
That frees me of this pain
I Talk it how I walk it
And this Walk is insane
Some days are harder...

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This year's Halloween edition....





"Pale Horse and the Yellow Submarines"



There approaches 
One

Light bringer
rides a dead pony

albino 
red eyed, no gun

or so 
the story goes

pale 
as death

hear its 
Netherworld neigh

beetles 
dig deep 

pigeons coo 
novocained

ignorant 
messages fixed

dull...

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The first anniversary since being pelted...

with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021
sitting in the exact same chair
yours truly sat three hundred 
and sixty five days ago. 

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus...

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Pelted with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus dreamt up bright idea
to enfilade me courtesy pistachio shells.

Rather than just hurl one at a time,
(she who unwittingly helped...

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Un-Bear-A-Ble

Used in the wrong way and feeling like a useless bug on the ground...having faith and wearing a smile during hardships...was I an experiment in this crooked society? Seriously?
Nostalgic, never-ending nights mounts the day of...

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(Three Lives, Three Sonnets, Three Friends, Fate's Dark Hand)
POEM 1. Nights Were Our Time Setting Our World Ablaze
POEM 2. When Man Lusts For All, Seeking All The More
POEM 3. Yet A Cure Within Light's Truth,...

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"Awakening to the Red Road: An Ecopoetic Odyssey"
I. Anthropocentric Dissonance
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Do you hear that rumbling? 
That's the ancient woodlands wailing and crying out! 
I can hear their echoes mourning as 
we silence those whispering...

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It’s weird…we are two peas in a pod…
I downloaded you like a Sims’ mod
Because you got me hooked on your looks…
You are as fascinating as a billion books…
  
You accept me, you don’t reject...

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Mildew mops are prevalent only in oily sandstorms. Ah, said the furry scorpion the witche's brew has collapsed causing wisdom from the inner triangular arc. When racing with ducks pay no heed to flapping as...

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Dear Mr president

I seem to be in a spot of bother,
Would you please grant me a pardon
before you depart the oval room,
 
Seeking a change of reality 
I ran away and joined the circus 
well...

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Here it is,
    the taste lingers
pulling at my core,
gnawing 
       at that spot behind my ear.
“How will I act?”
rampages through my mind
    splintering...

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A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work

Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue

Hurricane Eileen - The Storm

As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were...

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December 26 Scripture Meditations Based on Revelation 13-14

Key Verse – Revelation 14:12 Here is the patience of the saints: here are they that keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus.

MY GOD, THANK...

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This Darkened World And Its Many Hidden Wolves

My what long sharp and poisonous teeth you sport
as you wander through flowering meadows so sweet
"but the lambs, the lambs"- is slay them your great retort
as you stomp...

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Some say life is a road, a drive,
with bumps along the way and endless turns.
Much as I try, the best image I can contrive
is, instead, of a river that boils and churns.

At times it's a...

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Bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
once again have scarred and maimed
a place, once green with grass and trees
Where we once heard the sound of breeze
and ghosts of children played their games
and were forced to leave their childhood...

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Leonardo Da Vinci was not just a painter
He did much more ... and lives on
Michelangelo sculpted and suffered pain
As he painted the Sistine Chapel
Is a poet similar to path-breaking artists?

II
We all endured hurtful words, even...

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Love is a wicked seducer.
Shining as a golden temptation.
We extend our hearts,
Injecting the poison.

Its delightful effects of clouding the mind,
Smiting the heart,
And destroying self worth
Are merely magnificent.

Seen before it attacks, stupidity runs amok;
For to fight...

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