Long Roughs Poems

DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's shopping
His hands numb from clutching load-packed plastic bags during the...

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Lamentations of a proletariat 

Loaded to the brim, withouted in a pack of "obersver-non participants"
folded like a wrap, yet forced to lack in the ranks of "server-run-anticipants"
dare to pass a comment and... a knife to...

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SHE IS LADY ZOYA

From rich bucket bills of grandeur bliss
Dawns wobbling chills from cruel treachery
Harsh is the murmur of the night, my Lady
Has Aidos spang slain as disgrace ink reign?

Swarm of bees threats and afire...

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An Open Letter of Warning
So many ills are here in this world 
Open the Facebook
On the thousands of pages 
There is only blood 
From the rapes and murders 
From wars and occupations 
This earth has...

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This game of golf as is this life, 
Played all life, perfect still can't be, 
Ever reminding of one’s wife, 
Put on pedestal, upon tee, 
Handicaps, roughs, bogies stay rife, 
And played as if on...

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Once I had a principle with firm authority 
Not to believe anything against another 
Nor report or reveal a secret until it hurts more people 
And that too more severely than the people concerned 
...

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Accidently in Paris 
 
From the bus station in Paris, I was taking a taxi to a posh
part of Paris, the driver a Moroccan didn`t know the way, but I had a map
he could not...

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I roam the edge of the roughs, ponds 'n streams
For illusive precious golf spheres per chance
Long looks through silt sifting for glints it seems
That make themselves appear to start the dance
Bits of dimpled light that...

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An adventure awaited from the moment we met
It always was and I'm sad to see you go
They said all things must come to an end
Your love disappeared
The hopelessness plaques
I got put in my place and
You...

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No one ever said anything of any 
importance during those long, lonely years at the 
dinner table.  Awkward ugly silences filled
with talk of pars of roughs of lies

as metaphor for truth
while discussing this club...

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Believe

believe in love 
believe in life
 believe in sorrow 
believe in hate
 believe in pain 
believe in despair 
believe in joy
believe in peace 
believe in family 
believe in friends
 believe in evil
believe in caution
believe in...

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