Long Rumple Poems

Dear trafficker,I am on the run
With face emitting fear
Worn in clothe surged into rag
By the scissors of rape
linen scars
With the screech from angry nails;
narrow escape.

Do not ask why I run
Like a prey dodging the hunters’...

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I remember my candles in the night
My eyes heavy but weightless like light
The thought of being a corper my right

A pound on my head boom boom
The thud of boots and whistle boomerang
Shrill cries like a...

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It's very late: the moon lies on its back in drowsiness.
But still, we sit drinking cold beers. Maybe to give

us time to save ourselves...from empty promises
we know by heart. We sit waiting for the kitchen

to...

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In a world of wandering souls,
I seek the man of kind,
A beacon of wisdom, steady and whole,
Unbound by the chaos of the mind.

A man who strays but finds his way,
Back to the essence of his...

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The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts of another are simply given

Her name-calling ploy is such a...

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I have always loved to write 
real…romantic rhymes
but now I have to feel free to 
form a fantastic freeverse
with my creative caps on and my 
pleasant pen and pad
I am doing this, drawing words 
from...

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Everything comes with a price dearie, he always said
He has many enemies, too many to count in your head
His powers have consumed him, there's no turning back now
He has made terrible choices, ones that can't...

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Tumble, crumble cornmeal, salted flour 
Stream olive oil
Feed water and toasty yeast with sugar
Crinkle, rumple, crease, and fold
Smooth a silky, doughy globe.

Cover, leave the orb to grow
Keep baby warm
Wrap with snug and swaddling towel
Linger, loiter,...

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A real man never cries but endures!
When pains of the world rain upon him he endures!
When the sky is dark and horrific moments come, he endures!
Even on the edges of the deep dark deadly death,...

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Frenetically I rest in her guest room.
I think of her quiet hospital room.

I’ve laid my head on this pillow before.
I toss, turn, and pray, in this cozy room.

The lamp that’s lit sees the quiver of...

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What I like is to be held, loved and cuddled,
Awaken in the morning, my head all muddled
Coffee, black and strong, just how you make it
Even though it’s not how you take it
But you know me...

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I ponder
throw away
my ancient
machine
of writing...
Rumple
the papers,
accomplices
of mine
tare ...
I even 
  stop
writing...!
but how :?
the words
pass by
my head
as models
on the catwalks ...
demanding attention!
I desire on going 
complete blind...
(I perceive poorly!),
not to assimilate anymore
colors, paintings ...!
but my...

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Five after four in the morning. Night-sweats
rumple silk bed sheets. Vague cusp ‘tween night and day
blurs chiseled contours of sanity’s sharpness.

Dreams half-way loosed into consciousness waylay
snuggling comforts.  Wee hours’ vague demons lurk
tucked beneath pillowcased...

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He stands against the old barn door
relaxed not a confrontational bone,
thin      as a pitchfork's tine.

Farmhand, hunter, true-shooter,
the lens flatters him.
A ring of white T-shirt gives a reverse
halo to his lantern-jaw.
Loose...

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Pitter-patter, thump, thump
goes the beat of my heart.
Rumple, rumble, churning,
innards feel torn apart.

Shhhh, shhhh lips quiver,
silencing my tawdry pleas.
Blink, blank, tears forming,
descending downward endlessly.

Waaah, waaah, wailing cries,
disappearing within the night.
Tsssk, tsssk, you were wrong,
just like...

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