Long Replays Poems

Selena...Sarah the Sorceress
Russell...the Ghost of Never-land
This year has not been mine
Death laughs at me as he steals my grandfather from me
while I plead emptily for him to take me instead
yet I fail to realize I'm...

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The past scampers out of view. 
Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush.
The wheel of time follows no straight line.
As we sometimes trace back over the lines.
In the recesses of our...

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November 13th, 2021 - Happy eighty sixth birthday
to my long deceased mom...
Harriet Harris née Kuritsky

My mother succumbed to a terminal illness
two score minus three orbitz passed away
no matter she fought tooth and nail
to keep ovarian/uterine...

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Japanese??

Here ... in Pearl Harbor?!? This must be a nightmare ...
It can't be real - I can't have seen that, yet here I am,
In my bunk cabin on the ship, with only a foot of...

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I awake in the early morning darkness
frozen, motionless, immobilized,
my eyes straining to see into the black void
looking for any sign of my keepers,
listening for any kind of movement
Phantom-like images dart around me slowly,
multiple images spring...

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It breaks his heart to know
she does not always trust in him
nor understand the much she means to him.
 
The sight of her smile
enchants his manhood.
He plays and replays her laughter
haha!
He simply can't get enough...

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You inserted the needle into my veins…
Now, I’m damaged goods that dry on
You sucked up my blood oh so insane
You deserted me by falling for hurtful lies…misunderstood like the dusked dawn
You messed up everything and...

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Eccentric kook's reasonable rhyme zigzags

Doggone poet laureate
wannabe his index finger wags
nonverbally naysaying those,
who doubt mine posthumous
fame and fortune, which snags
eternal renown within pantheon
of storied writers such foolhardiness nags
yours truly keeps bad company with hags
unemployed day...

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Learning By The Living.


Life's roads we all travel down
mistakes we think we've made.
Living for the memories
that we could never trade.

Finding set backs now and then
in things not meant to last.
Picking ourselves up again
then moving slowly...

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Where art thou unknown spellcaster?

If in fact such a female and/or male exists
an insufferable existence clamors for surcease
against riptide of ineradicable anguish.

Living hand to mouth
for majority of mein kampf
(elle ex vee orbitz
roam'n around the nearest...

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The empty shell calls to her, and she beckons at the very sound of the call, lost in thought of angels and eyes of brown.
Leaving him in the physical past, she follows the empty shell
While...

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Music is an undying 
art of soul ~ 
an abstract eden, where, 
euphonious unicorns 
glide in strawberry sonatas, 
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight, 
when fuchsia feathers
tease those 
jingling breezes, 
infusing breaths
in every lifeless aroma;
where I...

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A real man with morals and principles would never abuse a lady
how can a man beat a woman and drive her to nothing but fear
gone are the days when a man treats a woman the...

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They've put a gun in his hand,
Telling him to fight for his land.
Killing people on demand,
And the pain he has to withstand. 

He's only a fourteen,
He’s already haunted by the sights that he's seen,
The destruction...

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He knows that when he wakes in a drunken stupor, her name will be the first word to pass through his cracked lips that will still sting from the amount of alcohol consumed. He knows...

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For them.

To her the word love refers to a boy.
Something she yearns for and misses dearly.

The day they met was cold and fraught with January chill.

“Oh, that does seem so long ago.”

That is the untarnished...

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A girl in the chamber

They know Kiswahili
Speaking it 
To their localities
A girl in the chamber!

Is thy family
Like that of an egg
Realizing no space
Entrance of oxygen Is?
A girl in the chamber!

Days of days
Knocked the ages
As the...

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As the last man on the planet Earth,
Time has become my mortal enemy.
A whole world to walk silently alone,
In fruitless reflection of what was.

The streets are fully empty now,
But I can still hear the traffic.
The...

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She sits in the corner shielding her face,
Looks into the eyes of her own flesh and blood
She begs him to stop,
Watches as his face turns every shade of red
She closes her eyes wanting to be...

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Nightmares of a war that stole his vitality and youth,
And when he returned home they treated him so unfair and so uncouth.
Spit on and shamed for the role he had played,
In a land so far...

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It is so true that good mothers are rare.
In the furious face of hunger,
And in the ferocious jaws of sickness
You have always been near.

Mami Owon,
This verse could have been a salutation,
Expressing my love for you,
Or...

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These nightmares feel real, like I’ve been here before,
I must be stuck in a phantasm of visionary abhor.
It was when my eyes closed that I knew this was an illusion, 
now I’m tortured by this...

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I exist, though my presence feels seldom acknowledged. Fighting replays of tunes to woe is me, my own Ted Talk; that unconscious internal victims speech. At the same time I am holding a safe space...

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Strange Remembrance


I woke to see a drop of stain, a spot of crimson upon the floor,
I followed it down the hallway and glimpsed.
A sea of blood that was a door
A door no more it became...

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Theres a clock thats ticking backwards
in the corner of my mind
and it replays all the memories
of the minutes left behind

Now I stare at that same clock 
and its ever turning track
and no matter how hard...

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