Long Run the gauntlet Poems

This is the 1st half of a pretty long piece, the 2nd half, as usual, is @ "poems by Mark Stellinga" on the Soup...


OK everybody…could I please have your attention? 
I’ve got some real important...

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The Edges of Rhyme 

I wrote the playbook, watching what they took 
While the earth shook I could not look 
In the direction of the Big Book 
Like a fish caught on a nasty hook...

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I see an angel fly across the sky.
She stops and haloes Rigel,
    and looks down upon me,
         with answers I already knew.

Have you come...

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You see it in the old movies,
when Indians come into play,
somebody calls them,”savages,”
and it seems to fry people’s brains.
They flip out, demand censorship,
know nothing of real history,
can’t empathize with either side,
to see how that all...

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The darkness is smothering, the stress is raining heavy.
A constant pitter pattering on the roof of my thoughts. 
   Sinking into the sunken place for the lost.
Where the outcasts and down trodden walk.
   Strolling through...

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“…Son, did you take time to know her…But I hope you’ll make it .You’ll be happy again…” By Lucky Dube

Again, I had only one wish when the intersection intercepted my pinkish tissue in my body....

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The runway runs into her trained eyes
like a roadway that rushes red
into the dreams of her electrified soul,
she's so pretty in her disciplined perfection
a young body that knows years of rigor and ritual
with a mind...

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ITS YOUR TURN NOW
by 
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Its your turn now to run the gauntlet of life
Its your turn now to accept happiness, conquer  strife
Its your turn now to meet n cross the many abysses
Its...

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Standing at the  crossroads of life
I wonder which path I will take
The one that makes life easy
Or the one to happiness.

The easy path will take me to
A life of ease and riches
Where work conditions are...

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Fast runs the river flowing to the sea
 Through mountain valleys it runs on so free
 And up through the current the salmon will swim
 Back to their spawning grounds far far upstream

They run a...

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Spawn Of The Salmon

Fast runs the river flowing  to the sea
Through mountain valleys it runs on so free
And up through the current the salmon will swim
Back to their spawning grounds far far upstream

They run...

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A  CASTLE CONTENT 

It all depends, 
my friends 
on the man the lovely picks
Around her neck hung sleepily a crystal crucifix
She chooses wisely with wisdom as her leader
And  marble statues simply stood there...

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A  CASTLE CONTENT 

It all depends, 
my friends 
on the man the lovely picks
Around her neck hung sleepily a crystal crucifix
She chooses wisely with wisdom as her leader
And  marble statues simply stood there...

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A  CASTLE CONTENT 

It all depends, 
my friends 
on the man the lovely picks
Around her neck hung sleepily a crystal crucifix
She chooses wisely with wisdom as her leader
And  marble statues simply stood there...

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You're far away from the words I follow.
You only hear when the wind is hollow.
Looking for wisdom.
Looking for answers, but I'm right here.

You run the gauntlet on a fuel filled mission.
Jumping at the chance to...

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I have been to the dark side of midnight                          ...

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You run a gauntlet of hurtful feelings,
fleeing callous and shallow relations.
Yet, you're willing to suffer heartaches;
for love offers unrivaled temptations.

Your anguish has not disillusioned you;
though it is devastating, it doesn't stay.
And time ultimately changes your...

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If you do not believe 
why are you here! 

your happiness not regulated 
consumed with fear? 

we are who, and what we stand 
up for? 

take up the challenge...this 
challenge to live your love, 

run...

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The night air is crisp and cool,
moistened by my trickling tears.
For; I'm alone with my fears,
left waiting here like a fool.

Her lies lured me here tonight,
using her persuasive voice.
And she left me little choice,
I didn't...

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In my minds eye I see only my reflection
A tired, withered man with no direction
Walking tall
But feeling small.
Wrapped in christen shawl of a hang over
My protection, my armor
Fragile mask on a fragile face
Hiding my eyes...

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I the Gypsy Moth a much hunted breed
this is my companion, the Citris Beetle
he lives with me.

Sought after daily, we run the gauntlet
through thicket and thorn, grass and 
trees, we are not appreciated like the
honey...

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