Long Roomful Poems

There was a man who survived through 
everything against his will while he was alive.

One day this man’s ghost arose, walked out of his grave and followed his footmarks on a rugged trail, hard and...

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There was a time in my life when I was Self-assured
and I experienced the Esteem of my fellow man.
I could walk into a roomful of strangers and have no qualms
about the dangers of a slip...

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Hands
By
Jude Kyrie

Mind wandering in my chair.
I travel back in a  time long ago.
So many years have flown bye.
As many as the falling leaves
in autumn.

I think of Mom and Dad
and my older sister.
They have all...

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Uncanny inexplicable silence surrounds me unexpectedly,
when in the centre of a noisy demanding crowd,
every bit of sound evaporates, fades in total darkness, 
people around me, familiar and unfamiliar ...
I perceive them in action - laugh,...

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They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Pediatricians shouldn’t have to specialize in oncology
Scarves shouldn’t be worn by ten year old girls
To protect their bald heads as caused by radiology

Little arms shouldn’t bare...

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My eyes immersed in the mourning as i set my spirit aflame
with the fire of regret and anguish,none can extinguish the crave
for the things once passed,the wants longed for,the end of the day
why did you...

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I have babysat a roomful of six year olds, 
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.

I walked out with them quiet and safe in their parents arms.

I improvised a speech to an...

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Drapes are closed but the sun gets through
Summer morning, birds a-tweeting
Sweat on sheets, personal dew
Two more snoozes then up for meeting

A chunk of mahogany
Surrounded by suits
Well-shaved chins
Playing silk flutes

Golden cuff links
Slide over shine
Reaching for Perriere:
Businessman's...

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A Meeting after an eight hour day
Should include jubilant jiving,
Exciting conversation,
Lively chatter,
Not a speaker who drones on and on and on and on and on and on
In a disgustingly un-metered monotone voice
No lilt
No cadence
No melody
Just...

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three crows and a hawk,
flying together
sounds like a cartoon

get your claws in this one
a sign of the times
my mind sees such things
written in the sky

on October 7th,
my birthday,
i was celebrating
in a Christian conference
with a roomful...

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It creeps into your soul like a thief in the night 
Surrounding you, drowning you
It gets its claws in tight
Pulling you under
Making you weep
You toss and you turn 
And you just can't sleep
It makes you...

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In my mind I'm a cowpoke
Glass of jack in my hand
Watching Texas Two step
To a Texas Swing Band.
I've got slim line Levi's jeans
And a black Stetson hat
and tooled leather boots
I'm a real cool cat.
There's no...

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In this Generation,
Society is so far gone with the likes of sex, drugs, partying and alcohol,
It’s like we’re in Another World.
With only One to Life to live,
It’s amazing how much we don’t realize the contributions...

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She has remarkable social ability
To charm with humor and empathy
Her graces are of southern variety
A renaissance lady in modern society

Our journey of life's ups and downs
Is that of long talks, smiles and frowns
When one is...

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When silence listens to me in a serene moment, 
I imagine strolling on a village-path
Meandering to the unknown, 
The verdant  grass I tread on, is velvety soft, 
I remember my mother’s soothing touch, 
The vermilion sky leans and whispers...

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Good day, cynic
== 
A good day begins with the simple wrong of waking up.
Waking up? Again? But it is the good day. Grabbing a cup,
gripping its warmth with both the hands he touches the shower.
A...

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Khaki has never other fabrics liked:
It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked,
Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped 
And their names and their nicknames mistyped!

Sometimes you hear, “Like onions slice them!”
And begun a solving of what...

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I stand in front of my father's work;
How I look for myself and bring my story
And still it is not heard. Nothing here

To tell me what to believe. Nothing
But color, shapes he has seen,
Taken for...

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—The sense of sound—

He was curious, he opened the door,
he heard a scream, then he yelped.

He suddenly banged the door,
someone cawed from behind the door,

it changed to crackle crackle,
then became an incessant echo.

He again opened...

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Bennett Kenneth got an eyeful
Upon touching his dad’s rifle:
An eyeful by far more helpful
Than Dad’s angry words - a roomful…

Or so had reasoned Mister Ken,
Who had Bennett taught more with pen,
Ben’s tasks to write things...

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