Long Scoped Poems

Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin...

from the Harris-Walz front
where liberal minded socially progressive
electorate doth agonizingly grunt
targeted in crosshairs scoped out 
eager and ready to be mortally wounded 
courtesy notorious big headed 
(and bigoted) infamous...

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No Saints were Artists….



Suckd down a portal incorrectly chosen by disbelief blah and a challenge that is ill advised plays out a lost and a soul was threatened to be taken but should counter offensive...

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THEIR PARADOXES:

Even Heaven knows,
As they say words are cheap.
There we go...
As a matter of fact, it's so deep.
Guess it's shown, and it's scoped?
Yeah, it's such indeed.
Sketching images in many minds lost of hopes.
They spreading paradoxes...

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Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
 Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right...

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I first scoped your ass 

then moved up your chest 

staring, my thoughts so clear 

It could touch your breasts.  

 

My heart pulsated  

as with rhythmic muse 

you were naked  

under...

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Seems my handwriting will never improve,
Yearlong efforts, letters still oblong.
Not quite right, but we pretend it’s not all bad,
I fixate on each line, a prerequisite approach.
So next and then that line and its spacing, proper
striving...

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As so I was watching a show late last year with my mother
The mother that squeezes me because I'm her daughter,
With kisses she passed me the bowl of chips and we sat down together and...

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Paul Jackson Pollock

Condense versions that affected the times,
Immense variants that scoped his pleasures,
Florence immersed unravel a mentor,
Propense expounds at immortal measures.

Paul J. Pollock, painter, from Wyoming,
Haul labeled abstract impressionist art,
Gall at pouring, splashing, horizontal,
Call, was...

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Each human around me sweats
Wears sunglasses
Smacked by gusts
A nesting couple hollows me,
Two tawny, tiny twitterpates
Ready for rainstorms,
And I would be happy.
But, this spring, I am still barren,

Like the young man's eyes
Across from me
I see sitting...

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merciless genocide 
     slaughter of native peoples 
     wrought with (super) wanton zeal
feeble ability to thwart 

     "discoverers" rapine wicked onslaught 
 ...

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Through the Smoke
Written By:  D. Collins 3/31/17


I am on point, and I see through the smoke.
The game you’re playing has already been scoped.
A man like me has been around the block.
That what you think...

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It was the trophy hunt that played you out
In deafening degrees,
This video-invention of yourself revealed –
A theatrical display that formed the day, 
A message of power, the plug-and-play 
Of your most infamous hour

There was no...

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"Look there's a pissbum"
She whispers to me as I'm walking down the street
Someone is walking their Jack Russell
"There's a cute hogger"

Our private language runs through my veins
I now see the world through her eyes

I pass...

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No mention of benefits your efforts will bring,
No sign of a business case these should be in,
No overall strategy roadmap or plan, 
no timeline or gant chart with a product life-span.
No formal test process and...

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I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts   spaced out 
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and...

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My father was my link to beer
And Rheingold was his brew.
That red and white can held the only
Lager that I knew.

As I grew up I switched to wine -
Sangria was in style -
And even learned...

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Shoot the Hootch   O dear
   The raft is wild upon the flow
      I could walk across no fear
        ...

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burned down silence;
scoped down my guilty finger tips
on your warm aching bones that had so
been collapsed by a child
into our faint abyssal nothingness

that i had released.

our child. bread by your nurture;
your perfect conditions - 37°
pure...

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in some places there
         are
triple direction pathways
         forked
by moonlit freedom of will
       ...

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Anapest!
Intro ---------------Coda
and all inbetween.
Très chère Mère and
La porte de Mon Père
are proposed names for the Restaurants.
There a 40 piece Orchestra can
perform.
Seating and dining
areas separate.
Two Restaurants in the same building
and a deal with the Bed and...

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I saw there was a mow-down in Las Vegas
of country western loves.
And also heard our President
was about to share his view.
But before he had his chance
to enlighten one and all,
I figured his best solution
was to...

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The Thylacine, the Caspian tiger, 
the Caribbean monk seal…

As these beasts disappear,
the most cruelty-vorous species appears. 

They are homologous with humans
but their bearings are too brutal.

Though plenty in Asia, 
their habitats are found in all...

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Where we live and what we do
Are choices made without a clue
If we will thrive at home or work;
We cannot know what problems lurk.

Decisions made when we are young,
Some based on plans to which we’ve...

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In life's surly tusks in the frost of high morn without sun's rays; yet,  the sky sheds sprinkled whispers of the day to become as a grizzly ray of scoped out hope in a...

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