Long Rueful Poems

I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and rough;
Upon which stands...
Crumbled stone walls
With an exposed slate roof in
Some...

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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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Nascent poetic tribute to black history month...
crafted before onset when people of color  
got acknowledged for twenty eight or nine days
depending if leap year occurred. 

Though I yam Caucasian,
rightful to honor most bitter
racist genocidal...

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Lost libido as rez erected cockamamie Shtrungool haint no prickly fallacy

The following pastiche 
poetically pricked prick,
whereby fantasy courtesy Eros 
(????) cow licked
country bumpin videlicet hick
bullied who consider me 
on account of a dinky dick.

Me primate...

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See me through 
All I say or do is true 
I admit it - I am ashamed...
I am the one to be blamed 

For now, I'm the rueful, disdainful hue of blue 
Leave me be...

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Hello, how have you been?
I have to call to You again
Something happened, you have forgotten
Someone once said to me in this den...
“You are different from all the other men”

It’s time to stand tall, time to...

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"ALL THE LITTLE PIECES OF YOU DIED"

If only there was a way I could have given you a piece of my peace…

Maybe your brokenness would be mended 
with my loving sutures. If only I had...

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What happened to my boisterous boy,
      beloved keeper 
                     ...

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Polly Astley loved to have visitors, for she loved piquant, plum people;
Like counting stars when we were young, in milky moonlight, peaceful.

Her days were spent teaching children, with faces perky as sunflowers,
When redbirds danced in...

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An old man ravaged by age
His gangling frame impelled against the cancerous bark of the forever weeping willow 
Lined with wrinkles of time, his ashen face unshaven
Cast down among creeping shadows

Folding my legs, I sit...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor...

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(On My Shock at the Sad News of Dr Fatemi’s Decease)

Dressed in mourning in a photo I came across at daybreak,
You broke the rueful, bitter news and struck me with shock and ache.
Would that I...

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The things I've been, the things I have been, the things I am, things I'm to be,
a symbol so dark, a sign so brite, a mark of the heart,
shadow of the soul,
rind of mind,
as the...

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~The Greatest Show from Hell~


A circus quietly drifted through our town,

causing everyone here to curse the ground–

where they toiled to set~up their ghastly show.

They passed the town, demonic eyes aglow—

 

~*~

†

 

No jugglers, tight ropes...

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The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold...

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I feel worthless
Am I worth it?
I feel hopeless
Wondering if you'll ever save me
Save me
Save me from my saddened heart of dismay

The ocean of commotion
Is where you're swimming on your own
The sea of devilish devotion 
Is...

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It could simply be a midnight musing,  
where these ears are not! 
A life floating in NAY-Nay sound  
is also a simpering one, throughout! 
I call it: Just a “mood swing”,  
and...

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In London, away in a terrace
Half-hidden with elm trees and grime,
Lived young Violet, in her parents' house,
Left alone for near all of the time,

As her mother had no patience to teach her
And her father was...

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The Little Sisters of Divine Disapproval

A holy order with a long long history
Known to women but to men: still a mystery
For ascendance of our gender we are crucial
The little sisters of Divine Disapproval

When your men...

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My heart is an ebon swallowed night where nobody ever goes,       
raging in a recondite rift like ripples resounding in rueful repose.       ...

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The corpus millennia has crawled down the vale,                           ...

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We danced in the rain
fleeing under our zincked roof only when the thunder roared
like we stepped on its  tail
as the soles of our feet pattered on the earth
Mother would make supper
calling out to me,...

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Wandering through the dreamy clouds on her golden chariot
swift as wind, glistening wheels throwing sparks of gold and silver.
Pulled by the pretty sapphire cats with glowing florescent eyes,
lighting up the sky with bursting shimmers and...

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I’ve pondered and wondered on what may be found 
In the depths of my being.
A deep sadness from my yesterdays and maybe a sliver
of hope for my tomorrows. I’ve seen the days of broken
glass under...

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Variations on a Theme of Red 

Color of bold that daubs the sunset bright
Old fair weather friend of shepherd’s delight
That taints the emblazoned rays of gold 
Displayed a glorious red for all to behold

Rare crimson...

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