Long Rowe Poems

In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy...

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Defecation clogged toilet bowl...
courtesy prescription laxative AMITIZA

and found (me) zee papa pooped out,
thus embarrassing communiqué I post,
a reasonably rhyming poetic shout
to air grievances
concerning outsize bowel movement
hoping (fat/slim chance)
Mike Rowe happens tubby about,
though shadow of doubt
he...

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an ugly gray rock, so I kicked it along
amused by my memories, humming a song
it was jagged and rough - I gave it no mind
and punted it thrice, then left it behind …

I changed up...

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P S ITS POETRY WRITE ON  WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 11

This anthology is a collection of the work of various poets from all over the world. By reading these...

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THOUGHTS OF A JAMAICAN CHRISTMAS

I remember Christmas of yesteryear
Of John Canoe dancing with fife and drum
Horsehead would approach, it was scary but fun
And Scrippy scrappy looked like a real bum

Of Christmas breeze and Poinsettias red
Mixed...

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Beyond from Walls of Sleep

Deep dormant eyes forever weep
Keep hells behind upon walls of sleep
Dancing demons in rituals necromancing
Glancing of gates admits infernos entrancing
Damned words resonating of souls scammed
Programmed lips through evil’s command
Hellion hypnotic of...

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20 Titles – Breaking Free 

I've been Roaming the Shores of Love,
Standing By the Water's Edge 
Where Joy and Sorrow Blend.
It hurts to recall Whispered Passions Exploding
when Yesterday's Shadows conceal
What Might have Been…
yet it’s So...

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Consciously exploring my Purpose

I am spirit having a human existence, that, I can clearly see
I am here for a special reason, for there is no other like me
As I evolve I seek my purpose, and...

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I saw her the other day with  large bags at a coffee store                     ...

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This is the first of five found poems based on Microsoft dictation trials.  I took the verbatim text filled with gibberish and put into poetic stanzas otherwise no editing. 


Her and they moved to
a...

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She remembers the shimmer
of one Sunday morning
The sun had grown dimmer
on the overcast seas
The color of yellow,
spread long amber fingers
And the sycamore trees 
cast strange somber shadows.

There was a threat in the sky
and the faint...

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Nestled in the hills, with panoramic view
Of hills and valleys and skies of blue
I sit on the porch in the morning hours
And listen to the birds and enjoy the flowers.

Sometimes the wind is all that...

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AUTUMN

A brisk chill in the air
Reminds me Christmas will soon be here
My thoughts take a leap to Jamaica
To warmth and family and friendly gala.

The dark red of the trees
Remind me of sorrel drink
And the yellows...

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Cinematic overture
Masquerade ball macabre
Stories from the pages of history
The winter cemetery
Abracadabra
Mountains of Bavaria
Hungarian rhapsody
Pearls of perpetuity
Threads of deceit
Born with two left feet
The shakiest gun in the west
Dracula and the dinner guest
Chagall’s whimsy
Frost like filigree
A snowqueen...

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NOTHING IS THE SAME



Nothing is the same since you went away
If we meet again someday, what will my heart say?
Right now I feel an emptiness,  how long will that remain?
I only know the pain...

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Mommy’s little boy
By Dalene Deale-Rowe

Five years ago today
I’m a little ashamed to say
I wasn’t in the greatest 
of an emotional place
Or as excited as I should have been
To see your beautiful face

I couldn’t have anticipated...

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ON CONFIDENCE

Trust comes from letting go of fear
Release these bonds they keep you there
The wings of faith will let you rise
Above the negative thoughts and lies.

Be explicit in saying what you desire
Dedication and focus will...

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Maybe Mom

In the first few weeks my brain is formed.
And in your womb, my heart is warmed.

My arms and legs are stretching out.
I am a baby, without a doubt.

I have fingers and tiny toes.
And a...

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Oh Glorious Poinciana


Bright flames of the Poinciana
Reach out for the golden sun
The large leaves bend with their tiny fronds
To wave with the wind in fun.

The bulging lime green buds
Stand upright as if to say
Just look...

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Imagine creamy white sands and crystal clear sea
Warm sun bathes your back as you wander free
Your hammock is swaying to the great Reggae beat
That fills the air with rhythm so sweet.

Montego Bay is the place...

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ME GLOW WORM     
             
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I am a voice,generations later
Who will shed the image sown
You will not paint my picture
I will not be taken down
I won't play your fiction stories
I am not what you percieve
Do not give the world a...

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How could I know that I could cast a life so complete?
Knowing now my past has lost everything, I’ve seen defeat. 
Part of my life debilitated and taken down by the ocean's tow,
I pant in...

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Syncopated Soul


Voices of reason transfixed by treason, a heart murmurs in the cold
Echoes of depletion of a heart in lesion, a face in the mirror gets old
The love escaped and ravenously raped, a tired tear...

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