Long Realist Poems

Dear people, 
    (Am i?) Mad it’s a conformist state?
A status that perpetuates people to pair, to compare, to prepare, 
to perfect, before performance, …?
    -sure hard to try...

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The World has been playing a game
Oh what a shame
The world has been playing a game
This is insane
Leaders come and leaders go
Leaving me to continue the show
Leaders come and leaders go
Repeating the show of long...

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I once had a treasured mid-western friend who                           ...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan

for David Attoe

Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’
Wittgenstein in Zettel

laissez pendre   la graisse   sans cou
où la tête...

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What is white?
  The ironies of the question and the implications
    Are really quite extraordinary ...
      For WHITE, specifically
       ...

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I want him to hold me and make me complete. I want him to pop my celibacy. I want to be loved by no other. I want him to feel me and never move this...

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Fallen

I am adrift,
My soul is churning,
And the bloody mess of delicate petals in my palm,
Disintegrating, leaking to the floor,
Innocence squandered.

Who are you?
Someone that is trying to anchor me
Who are you? 
A beacon in the night...

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I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've...

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Being privileged to have known scores of
Americans known as 'the greatest generation',
I attest to the reality of their greatness.

Herein, greatness will not reference those who went
off to war to defend the interest of their country,
but...

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Just having an opinion or two does not mean that one is opinionated.
It's true that there have been things of which we have been falsely accused;
but for me, stubbornness is not one of them. ...

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II

for Thodti trailing barefeet his dried coconut-stick broom on cracked macadam
in the gutter festering oozing fresh month-old drying turds urine remains of fed-up banana-leaves skins withered jasmine garlands drained motor-oil from scooter-taxis overfed flies lean...

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"Lee, you awake?"
Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?"
Nowhere, my call? Fold.
Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long,
Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever the faces.
There I go again, blocking out the sounds,
"You have...

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Moments to Reflect
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living in this house gets weird in the winter,
we just live here now, the two of us, me and babby.
well, I guess it’s not just us, always sleeping is the cat.
whenever it gets a little...

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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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 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet...

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People move on, 
People quit jobs 
And pay a pretty penny for advice 
that couldn't be further from fact 
Are you seeing my future in that crystal ball
Or the reflection of my credit card?

But you...

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Yes, she was widowed at a very young age.                          ...

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Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath

validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging...

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“A famous work dating from 1885 by Russian realist painter Ilya Repin, Ivan the Terrible and his son Ivan. The painting depicts Ivan the Terrible mortally wounding his son Ivan in a fit of rage,...

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A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of
unrequited lovers—art is what you paint—I Am Anaya

A Models Likeness 

Hues of magentas and white acrylic silky spells
Vibrant colors mixed from his palette he evokes
Swept...

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Why should you miss me?
When I was there were you aware?
Aware that I exist or was I someone you chose to dis?
Dismiss from your sight and out of your space
There were times I felt alone...

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They call me Nock Knock,
I guess it’s because John John sounds the same,
And this is writers block,
That keeps just screaming' my name,
 
Thiers just one thing I want to write about,
Just one person that appears...

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POINTS OF  VIEW

Took kids for fresh air to zoo and laughed  -  are we or they behind bars?
Monkeys studying a parade of human specimens for their amusement:
Point of view was a novelty...

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Proust searched his brain for memories that 
made the man, could finally understand
that this changed him just by looking;
so he called himself a sentimental realist!

many a prisoner, in walls cast of shadows,
have escaped their fate...

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