Long Scissors Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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Yosa Buson haiku translations

On the temple’s great bronze gong
a butterfly
snoozes.
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hard to describe:
this light sensation of being pinched
by a butterfly!
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Not to worry...

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OTETS THE MANY DAYS AND NIGHT YOU LENT ME YOUR 
DIVINE EAR THROUGH PRAYER DURING HARDSHIP TIMES 
AND ILLNESS RAISING MY GRANDDAUGHTER KEEPING HER 
SAFE IN CATHOLIC SCHOOLS IN WISCONSIN OUR LADY OF 
MOUNT CARMEL...

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I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried not to retract, 
but after so many tears 
I have...

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So I was feeling badly,
sad,
because I share our mutually complicit status
for my compatriot's difficult terrorizing
chronic stress disordering
time.
I too have been there,
lost there,
to a more moderate extent.
I just walked away.

I wish I had done more at...

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Have I failed you as a man?
Our only communication was what washed up on shore 
But there's so much space between the ocean floor and the sand 
One cascades and the other crystalizes 
But you...

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The Quality of Mercy.
A mouse doesn't ask for mercy from a cat. It can't meow the syllables.
Though its stomach is full, the cat,being unacqainted with mercy, 
will toy with a mouse. 
Does the tiny heart...

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Green light means go ahead
Make your choice
Here’s a list of the Green light or free, fruits go, go, go and eat them up

Apples, dried: Dried apples make a great snack food and are easy to...

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Teddiboo was trifling and trifling so
He just kept wandering to and fro
His barber Mr. Smith had grown old and gray
Mr. Smith had just moved far far away

Teddiboo was a Spaazzoozle and don't you know
His hair...

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In times of a virus spreading its unruly truths I wonder why

	What matters most seems to be toilet paper

Loops and loops of the stuff and people care about their bum

Three ply of course because thin...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South           
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014


Growing up
way 
down south 
in
Florida -

was like
a 
fiesta -

We would
go to
the
beach,

swim, run,
and 
play

in 
the white 
sand -

and
soon as 
we
get home,

It was 
time 
to raid 

the 
sugarcane 
farm -

Life
was sweet,

in
the
Sunshine
State -

Each day
was 
better than
the
day before...

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Hereafter in the times of tomorrows yesterday,
                            ...

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Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope

Horrid tin on wet paper. Coastal fragments of an empire twilight. Nonsense to corners in a deck along the warped cabin. Would you be silent for a moment? Afraid it seems, all these...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023

IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug
who ascribes to writing poetry
as opportunistic, holistic, and cathartic
warming me body electric
courtesy an outsize 
warm brimful...

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‘Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces’
                          ...

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I (Samson wannabe) feel aghast at latest turn of events regarding Gaza

Omnipresent grief and horror
abounds toward ceaseless killing fields
impossible mission for me
to summon forth fading magic powers
since Delilah imposter hashtagged,
(and subsequently outed) 
as a mortal...

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Grandma NiNi

We don’t know when 
But she’s at it again
By and by it rained 
A rumbling roar, 
Near deafening ,
Awakened grandma from her silence

A flicker of light crossed the sky 
And her words came to...

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You're a waste of a man
The last choice for a sane person
The weirdest weirdo amidst weirdos
You just don't fit in —
Like a pole climbing strap
Trying to be forced into a blue Jeans
What an abuse of...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2024...

(Any resemblance between the following humorous account and real life circumstance tis purely coincidental).

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager...

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Through the broken lines of destiny, the shattered strings of time are revealed,
The thread of fate snaps, the springs of eternity unravel silently,
Fallen idols, marble faces cracked under the weight of eternity,
People sleeping in beds...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2022...

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager in Nigg
(historic county of Ross-shire,
historic region of Ross
and Cromarty, northeast
coast of Scotland).

Somehow postiche...

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STROKIN’: PART THREE
THE FULLBACK

He was twenty-eight yards and
thirty-two seconds from the end of a career
He had broken several bones, had a permanent
limp, knew the burden of performance to be an
unforgiving weight like the heavy black...

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I have Learned, 
I need to tell others, 
I have to take precautions,
I should never forget.
That was the darkest day,
Also the brightest night;
Things which should have been done,
They were enlightening my path,
I should have been...

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 I am poetry  a nightingale stringing blues 
               Of medieval lyrics---swords sliding bows.
      ...

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A hymen or a hyena on a hyperlink is akin to a rotating rogue on a rhododendron. Balancing is deemed important by heavy duty wheels upon petals. Such a fascination for the hibernating hybrid horses....

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