Long Rankles Poems

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Well now this is sad and tragic 
For both of us to hear 
You and I at cross purposes 
Ever our fate, my Dear

I just found your correspondence
Last letter that you sent 
It was, I...

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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly enough even reducing
ordinary decibels to a mute whisper
madding crowd trumpeting...

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Dereliction (possibly "FAKE NEWS") - read all about it!

2020 presidential election
already promises seat of pants suspense
hint of (post apocalyptic) coming attractions
see – https://www.aol.com/article/news/2020/09/25/
probe-into-discarded-ballots-becomes-campaign-
outrage-fuel/24630731/

supposed poll worker(s) accidentally
(yea right) fomented kerfuffle
imposible mission witnessing
transgression Republicans wont muffle
reasonable rhyme...

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Come O rain come, throw your showers 
On this part of earth and do not run
All the simple inhabitants of our villages, towns and cities
Are waiting for you with tears in their eyes
Come O rain...

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I can hardly wait reading welter of books...
courtesy Karen Windle a gift horse
ponied up late afternoon May18th, 2020
over roan nay bore lee volition. 

Unbeknownst how she raised (cane),
and loudly wrapped outside the door
every ounce of...

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Foremost On My Bucket List?

Yo yo ma...though your absence
doth suddenly cause me woe,
no matter parting with
many bittersweet sorrows
long since consciousness unstrung
more'n fourteen plus years ago,

the last surviving Kuritsky
grim reaper enviously eventually snatched,
outliving demise of my...

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A LETTER TO MY SON

Listen son 
Thinking about the memories you have of me
The memories that rankles
It rankles as long as we sniffle off air
Air of life and eternity 

A wave of guilt and remorse...

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This is the story of Sally Doolally
A young maiden farmer from down in the valley
She kept a keen eye out for Thomas McNally
And dreamed of the day he would say, ‘Can we marry?’

Sally Doolally had...

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I reckon you could call me an old curmudgeon but that's alright!
I've been around four score and three and I have earned that right!
There are many things that annoy me but I'll mention just a...

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Purpose
By Sy Roth

Woke this morning to a sodden sky
Stretched to the limit of my arms
And could hear the crack of my back and the crick in my neck
To bespeak an existence.

I think.

Meandered to the bathroom
To...

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The clothes that I'll describe, my age I'll surely reveal.
Recalling clothes worn to school back then now seems surreal!
Not to sport the latest fad, you weren't one of the 'ins'.
Your were a social outcast committing...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas in the little town of Oberflugelschweinsaxenmitcracklingewurst.
(There are some that are much longer; it isn’t the worst)

Now hier ist ze haus of ze happy family SCHMIDT
Und Herr Schmidt mit rosenconk giving...

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From the smallest of handbells to bells that are heavy,
bells of all types make a large bevy.

Small bells are often the tinkling kind
like decorative ones in some stores we find.

There are ring-a-ling bells and bells...

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people fail to deliver a job with honesty and industrious nature.
when they died, they carried pain and raised worrying rankles,
children never face them,  they find the practice has no true feature.

no doubt, they are...

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Watch for Falling Houses

By Elton Camp

Even though the visit to Oz was a dream
A weird way to kill a witch it does seem

When a house came falling from the sky
Such a sight would not be...

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Words.
They rattle my soul this mourning,
This slim redemptive moment held with in the hands
Of the clock – that lesser god who rankles low the
The vibration of the street; the movement
Of the sheets entwined around my...

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Defunctive smoke
From the brain
Rankles the soul:
An eternity of ignorance.

There are no marrams for skin.

Marquetry of bones
Intricacy assumes
Hoodwinking eyes
That see only nudes.

Whining gin.

Phthisic mind
Transhumanizes darkness
Swaddling rain
In a hollow pearl.

Aperient paraffin.

Happiness now:
Being straddled in the sun,
Juvescence:
Fustigating the...

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A tiny fish desirous to swim at liberty,
In vast ocean and depth beyond measure, is me.
Always elated, witty with communicable smile,
Unique still found simile as my name says.

Fire in my heart not possible to tranquilize,
Touch...

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She came into our lives unbidden, 
A pleasant surprise, 
Her open heart was never hidden
From her soulful eyes;

She won our hearts with her gentle love, 
Always filled with grace, 
Her time with us, a gift...

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A tiny fish in vast ocean,
Desirous to swim at liberty,
Direction and depth beyond measure,
Delicate with shiny witty eyes is me,
My Upma to a fish stands real true.

I am a thunder in the sky that enlightens,
A...

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We try to forget those who harm

With words which cause us alarm..

For it rankles within,

May even cause sin.

Like a snake which may bite or may charm.

 

A festering wound must be cleaned

The poison is otherwise...

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