Long Rustled Poems

Early morning dawn July
"Mallory"  Damian whispered, sliding 
Closer to her. "Mallory" he Whispered 
Again gently caressing. She wanted
To say stop. It was to late
he moved quite quickly. He spread
Like wild fire. Soon consuming her.
The...

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I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
    ...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant...

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ELLY MAY


poem by: Maria Williams

T'was the night before her birthday and Elly May
Still in the office putting stuff away
In her horn rimmed glasses and grey flannel suit
She was the epitome of perfection, the essence of...

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We came not for conquest,
but for containment—
though conquest is what happens
when containment itches beneath the skin
like sulfur spores in a sealed lung.

They had the secret.
Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy—
but language that healed.
Real language—
not poetry,...

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Three wholesome troubling years before, a thousand cursed days back
    I lay, most stiff within my bed, my house of death did reek
And all my nightmares, all my slumbers, they were deep...

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...“Time was I wouldn’t care for your sad state,
I’d have my fun and leave you to your plight,
but four years in a cell changes a man,
and I have set out to live my days right.

“Been...

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The wind of time wobbled me,
My heart quivered in fear.
My tree has lost its roots,
My flowers of hope withered,
And got rustled by wind.
My passion was becoming faint,
And my mind in total turmoil.
I looked towards the...

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...But Mains just shrugged, then said, “Let’s go.”
offered the wrists to his bandittos.
Two of them led the man away,
Diaz fumed more watching him go.

Denied the chance to see him beg,
denied the chance to drink his...

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In a clap-board building by the Tetons,
1919, if you’re wondering the year,
a man named Sid Hull sat down for a drink
in a saloon they called The Last Frontier.

Sid had been riding here for quite a...

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Prince Larren was praised by all the kingdom,
second-born, but truly noble of heart.
he won in the lists and practice rings,
on a horse or off he could fight hard,
to the people he was a shining star,
So...

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Poor, poor little Christmas tree, why would Charlie Brown pick thee,
From all the others evergreen, dried out and such a prickly pine,
He must have seen something special in you, that no one else could see,
A...

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The crowd attending the trial had exceeded  the court room’s capacity. some individual were in the halls attempting to listen to the proceedings. 

Those who were invited, sat on the front rows. They included...

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Notes: Part 1 of The kiss at the tor was the first poem I ever posted on the Soup.
Some time later, my life changed and I was moved to write an alternative version.
I always thought...

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Silent lake secrets of a summer’s evening
Beyond meadow’s grasses, rustled in bits of expectation
Light sparkle of reflected diamonds dance on shimmery pond 
Cool clear waters delighting the heart of Sister Raccoon and Brother Opossum

Devoted forest...

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In the amber glow of a waning sun, 
I found myself alone, my heart undone, 
For the leaves that crunched beneath my feet, 
Were whispers of our summer's sweet repeat.

I walked through the leaves, 
Crisp...

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Poet’s Note: One of the last strong-holds of joint-family system, India, is breaking up. Old-parents, all-alone in lonely homes, have become a common sight. This poem depicts the fate of one such lonely mother....

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ACE CANNONS' CANON 

Through the morning, shimmering with colors that wavering, fade
from a desert where heat is a hue, and history's due
cactus and trees, knotted and sparse, a portrait some mad god must'f bade
into being,...

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A Quiver Sliding Down the Ribs 

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I hid
Bricks formed into a patchwork ochre cuboid
The planet 
One side in unforgiving chill 
And the other
                  ...

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getting off the d-train one morning
@ the 125th st. nicholas stop 
&
walking toward the soup kitchen
where i was going to work that 
day
i saw a young girl of maybe 6, 7 or 8
(i’m not good...

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We stood on a beach of white sand, on a beautiful tropical isle.
I held my daughter's hand in mine. We shared a knowing smile.
There were no words spoken. We knew what was left unsaid.
Our voices...

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ON A SPRINGTIME EVE - 1846
The festival, to all the saints now underway
as dark a night has fallen from an autumn day
and if you listen to the rustled breeze
you may hear voices somewhere in the...

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All Hallows Eve - 1846
The festival, to all the saints now underway
as dark a night has fallen from an autumn day
and if you listen to the rustled breeze
you may hear voices somewhere in the trees
but...

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