Long Repository Poems

(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely,"...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.               
It is almost as if the drab 
Streets were strewn...

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“ We  are
                    What we eat“
         ...

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"The Whirled In Between"

What dreams 
in the time of 
not thinking

we spent aeons
in conversations
with the unbelieved 

deliberating 
choices towards 
our liberation 

traversed 
contracts written 
by the unseen

such wordy 
reams offered, the 
scrolling walls speaking

wailing towards
the...

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Whoami? Within following figurative nutshell:

Yours truly just a fluke of the universe
worming his way hook, line and sinker
thru the meandering time stream,
which current speeds up the older I get
rocketing toward my sixty fifth birthday
January thirteenth...

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"No poem can encompass mother in entirety.
A mother is too lofty to fit in a poem" -
Quote by author
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Mother is an emotion
Mother is feeling
Mother is love
Mother is  ambition
Mother is a service
Mother is patience
Mother is...

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Whoami? Within following figurative nutshell:

Yours truly just a fluke of the universe
worming his way hook, line and sinker
thru the meandering time stream,
which current speeds up the older I get.

A garden variety (generic) agrarian wannabe
antiauthoritarian, bookish...

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(Tidbit of trivia: associated with 
businessman from Troy, New York, 
Samuel Wilson, known affectionately 
as “Uncle Sam” Wilson. The barrels 
of beef that he supplied the army 
during  War of 1812 were stamped 
“U.S.”...

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Centered in the irregular rectangle of the caves entrance the fire popped and danced as the snow fell lazily before the backdrop of pines.Softly the wind moaned above the tree line.Francis sat on their makeshift...

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as a cild it hat often been the box that mattered
          
          it gave shelter and comfort...

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Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to a future beset with tech charm.

Historical pages cling romantically to...

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In the library - for contest

Books are the ever- burning lamps
Of knowledge and wisdom....
It 's  a well-established truth and I
also nod in full agreement...
But let me say this, I am not a nerd
And I...

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Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric 
     denizens reigned horns of a dilemma blitzen deer
     dwelt deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance
haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) vixen
     gargoyle visitations...

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inside me cranium 
toady, an amphibious December 19th   
twenty twenty one sinisterly drum
intonating forty five orbitz one bum
graduated as hard school  of knocks alum. 

Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens
dwell deep inside subterranean...

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The eraser belonged to me; it was saved by my mother and returned along with many other 
childhood items when I became middle aged. I was curious as to why she would save a 
stubby...

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Hostages kidnapped: casualties of war

After extorting pound of flesh
lifetime humiliation drummed into captives
hammering indelible nightmare
no amount of therapy can expunge.

Lifetime trauma inflicted perpetrators wage
dead bodies littered makeshift triage
death and destruction
exhibit super fresh killing fields,
where sally...

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I, cold ... cold as stone ...
But is that not befitting such as I?
Once, merely common, hidden deep in the earth,
Still, my quality made itself known ... my porcelain perfection

Shone in the sun, and I...

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Thank you, for excavating from dead tongue
Under midden of lies
The archive of our own history
The outlines of identity
So we under obscurity white sheet
Could find resurrection of self
In another voice oppressed
But unconceding of its comeliness.

Before I...

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As children, we all dream,
tales of magic, of mystery,
and our own imagined destinies;
we dream of future prowess, of our own fantastic wyrds –
of our glorious, important place in the cosmos.

Whether those dreams are of firemen,...

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A bent knee ...

Cloaked in black nylon, a briny drop from
The smooth cheek, contingent baptism
For a closed hand, it's precious cargo,

Now consecrated by circumstance and
Fate, moments before this it was but
The root-stuff of weeds and...

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Long and cold shadows embrace the earth, as darkness slowly settles down,
Soon there will appear corners where the light will no longer dare to enter,
And the river, covered in its autumn coat, will wear fallen...

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WHERE DOES LOVE LIE?
I
Where does love lie?
Many are clueless, some go paranoid
Trying to seek out meaningless solutions
And answers in the pages of a book;
They consult mediums and spiritualists
They even go the extra length seeking answers
From...

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ALONG THE ROAD OF LIFE  I  CARRY WITH ME  MEMORIES


Recollected childhood trips seem an intensely hot affair.
We took a bus, tight-filled with sweaty people’s feet
For hours;  but then at the end,...

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