Long Resurfaces Poems

Date:   April   2026

The 1st degree is unknown 

Damian and Polly had planned
The trip to the Copy Cat Club
For weeks with Dolly and Molly
The club was popping when
They hit the scene.
The DJ...

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My love was serpentine to the touch
I can't quite explain it...the love of mine
Had gone away from my sight and such
I can quiz my mind to say otherwise, my bittersweet sugar wine…

Why am I extremely...

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The enemy draws near
I will not shed any tears,
For I'm stronger than fear
My cup is filled with cheers

The ugly beauty inside me will see me through
This shame and calamity that ended up in rue
The ugly...

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children look forward, adults look around, elders look back

     looking back, I remember a long-forgotten accident I had. While riding my bicycle with no hands, I closed my eyes, daring myself...

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18.4
“The universe is but a thought in Consciousness
In Reality it is nothing
One who sees the true nature of existence and non-existence 
never ceases to exist”


Contemplation level-1

Is it so? Poof! Gone! A bubble of illusion 
Appearing...

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If only you knew,
How many tears I've shed...
Or how painful it was,
To let you go...

The only way I could subdue the pain,
Was to accept my lost...

But thru it all,
The pain was still deep within...
A deep...

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Top shelf cologne exhibits sensual tail of peacock
Entrances my senses at our eleven a.m embrace
Eyes shut, my erratic stamina borrows comfort 
Curled into leather front seat, chest inhales safe


Our waterfall guffaws cascade in establishments of...

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OK, mindful class,
past time to reopen our nurturing nests,
our nutritional mouths
and good-natured ears
and fertile reverse reserves
of not Lose/Lose
EarthMother Health-Wealth Care.

First,
we define our variables,
bilaterally co-arising
recreating
bipartisan dipolarities

Depolarizing
bipolar competing aggravations
replacing Old School co-gravitations
cooperative structured spatial out-forms (x-Yang)
and compassionate...

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The Storm  by Jennrut

Soiled

Drum drum drum drum...
A pained, wet leaf 
saturated by the storm's reverberating  pressure.
Compacted, 
Smothered by heavy soil which consumes it
Weighted by shadows of familiar clouds. Deadening, 
Rotting. 

A Reprieve 

Unable...

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Warnings are given
School schedules on hold
Evacuation notice
Echoes of years ago
Rushing to Jounieh port
Under cover of night
The harbor being shelled
“NO lights
NO lights!!!!
Not even a cigarette
Get on the speed boat
Hurry…HURRY!"

Cyprus…a blessed few hours away
If only we can...

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Christmas season is here again
A season that calls for celebration
A time set aside to remember the birth of the king of kings
Let us go into this season with our hearts full of praises
As we give...

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i was in love head over heels knees bent waist deep in love. 
palms sweaty mind racing emotion crazed blindsided nothing else matters 
glued to he. my heart was bleeding the emotion never receiving he...

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Not Always Blood

It was a childhood crush a long time ago; as a teenage girl you know; you just know.
I treated him as a little brother, such a little cutie, still a boy to me...

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NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these 
days. However, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is one. I would like to take...

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Today…a little good news…news that, hopefully, makes you glad…
even though this good news…originated from the bad.?
This story begins five years ago…it takes its initial breath inside a women’s sadness…grieving her son’s death.

Move ahead five years…her...

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As the end draws near
Due to the war of the beast
From the sky falls an endless tear
As the arrow falls from the east

Ripples form on the water surface
As our wings take flight
The Earth resurfaces
As the...

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Written on April 13th 2025 for Sara Jama's Prompt The Cold Embrace of Death

Reverberated within the empty chambers of my soul,  
As I soak my skin in a clawfoot tub, drowning in my sorrows....

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Coma like consciousness resurfaces
Enclosed in a capsule shaped sleep chamber
A few vague abstract shapes pass and repass

Overhead LED lights flash response
Feeling for control pressure area
Oxygen floods now obsolete chamber
The glass frame clicks and glides swiftly...

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“Oblivion: the fact or condition of not remembering : a state marked by lack of awareness or consciousness” ~ Dictionary meaning


How aware are we, considering that we know not who we are
Strange it is that...

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On Friends and Friendship
 these are not simple things.
You may think they are, but they are not.

They are not happenstance,
	planned or by convenience or choice.
Their existence lies in the universe
	destined long before their time
	awaiting birth,...

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It’s not frost you see, its fear.
The hollow spot left behind closed 
as memories became sweeter softening
the hardness that once controlled.
Its frozen parts thawed gently
over the years.

Sorrow gives way to sheer weariness.
Happiness evades to dark...

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Samskara, jailer of my heart’s deepest passions
Enervating me and drowning my soul’s rapture
Karma’s imprint become love’s stealthy assassin
Lurking fiend of black depths evading capture

From my abyssal plain, a seismic accident
Atlantis resurfaces in nightmarish form
Decayed temple’s...

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new silence brewing
cold sun is perfect
the way i feel
the way i deal
my loner's mentality resurfaces
kitchen sink full of dishes
all tv dinners freezer burnt
dust in every corner
dust on every morsel of wood
body shaking from hunger and...

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It's never enough for me,
In this terrible deficit I dwell,
Lost in an overdraft of desires,
Reaching out repeatedly,
Yet forever tethered to you.

Where does this neediness arise?
An inquiry you never make,
Can you quench this hunger,
I ask again...

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We talked unknownst to each other, that,
All hell would break loose.
What could possibly come of two talking in harmony?
Us, filmy for a film even,
Shattered beyond cry or wail.
Crying for spilt milk is adagedly a vestige
The...

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