Long Rehearses Poems

A special dedication to Beyoncé's "Drunk in Love" song in her album "Beyoncé", which came out in 2013.
 
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I took a cat nap...yah put on your classic, clever-mini cap 
drank that sorrow sap, my companion...

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I get up to the sound of drilling, banging and speeding cars with sleepy passengers shouting, “a who did a give the order,” and the fading response of another passenger “ a the woman with...

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Downstairs I go
Elevate me, you know 
I'll get over the luv floo
Over the bad days too
Acting like a weirdo
A clown with an upside down frown... I'm a positive Poe 

I'm out of my mind
I can't...

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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush,...

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The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with...

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My knees wear out on me 
My feet feel like lead of rue
My knees give way, you see?
My numb feelings isn't because of you

God gave me freewill with no strings attached
I hurt myself so much...

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Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep

Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber

Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind

Strips and...

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I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew

To view such we can venture...

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I see the eyes open and closing,
I see the door so run for the moment,
I see the distance is filled with running,
I see our country is more than just nothing.
I see the memories constantly fading,
I...

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Ten Steps of Tears
By: Aidan Gilbert
I run
The rain falls the hardest it has ever fallen
The coldest it has ever been
I cry, feeling the worst I have ever been
The first step I take, my thoughts leave...

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Standing near the front of the queue
The boy rehearses his lines
"Just three or four pints"
Over and over again in his head

Focussing on every step
That takes him to the inquisitor
Stray too far to the left or...

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I never saw the coiling snake,
The suddenness of its striking,
But I quickly felt my mistake, 
Stung with terror while hiking.

That quickly turned to burning rage,
A response uncalculated-
A sudden and angry rampage,
And the snake was annihilated.

Then...

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It begins quietly.
Not as pain—
no, pain would be honest.
It begins as a hush
where your name used to echo,
as a weightless ache blooming
like smoke from a fire
that has already forgotten
what warmth was.

They call it heartbreak,
but no—
this...

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At midnight, a silent ocean of ebony rises,
a black lung stretching over my fragile ribs,
and the bed becomes a cold altar where the body rehearses its disappearance,
a sanctuary of shadows dancing on the edges of...

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This is the story of the daredevil, Frank Todo French-Fry.
He thought he was special, thought he could fly
But one day he was taken and placed on my plate
He did not want to be eaten; he...

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Admonitions well-expressed in verses
maxim or adage that truly blesses
your wise counsels are valuable indeed
like Scripture proverbs my soul rehearses.

With your narratives of faith-propped fervour
along vibrant lesson-filled endeavour 
your voice reverberating through poetry
shouts experiences with worthy...

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I sing the songs of the aspens and the oaks
They sing to me harmonies and lovely verses
Accompanied by the breezes’ instrumentation
They teach me while the forest choir rehearses.
The taller pines express fervent gratification
That Mother Nature...

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Tough Times Don’t last
(But Blessed People Do)
By: Miracle Man
10-19-2019

First, came “The Widow Maker,”
 three days later, Sudden Cardiac Arrest. 
Only eight percent survive,
this terrifying test.

I lay comatose for five days,
facing my final just rewards.
But the...

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The Year: Long Squandered 1999;
Frank Flynn had found my sent parceled poems ‘fine’
“They can lend themselves... to live performance”
Wherefore I mount for each surveillance….

An Atypical BBC Staff:
His signed statement A frankness not by half;
Laminated have...

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Little boy ill and in bed every day
couldn't join friends or go out and play.
Little lead soldiers marched on his bed,
many adventures whirled in his head.

The land of counterpane lay on the bed
his landscape sewn...

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She finds herself
in a room much too small for her mind.

Cigarettes of hope and despair
burn all night.

She eats sporadically,
rehearses her soul-talk regularly.

Her history was once linear,
a straight line
now it is but a mad moment
circling a...

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In shadows thick, she carves a grin,
No conscience dwells beneath her skin.
She counts the stars like tally marks,
Each one a spark snuffed in the dark.

She mimics tears, rehearses pain,
But empathy runs dry as the rain.
A...

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Like a hurling sling
Is a poet’s pen.
Both are sent
To pursue a purpose.

He errs by will
And rehearses error;
The critic mumbles
And so in prose.

Than prose poetry is harder;
Moods must be spelt
Attitudes choreographed 
And scenes preserved.

Who is the...

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Add More Fizz By Taking a Quiz

Why not to your life try to add more fizz
By breaking a balloon that became a pop quiz
Then right after that taking a short hop
To what eventually became a...

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A lonely figure twirls itself, concealed
by blades of wheat as clouds float through the sky.
The form, a boy, looks up from golden field
and sees the clouds as wedges of cream pie.

He hides despair as if...

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