Long Scratch out Poems

There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.

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This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!

Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!

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But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill?...

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A Whistling Girl and a Crowing Hen
 
By Elton Camp
 
 
	“We keep thet big flock o’ chickens fer eggs and meat,” Milas explained to his niece Elvira visiting from the city.  “We git...

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Peanuts slowly slid between the old man's fingers as he watched.
Unaware, his long time patrons smiled and greeted him as they passed.
The music stopping abruptly,
he listened to the sound as the nuts hit the cobbles...

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My contingency measure in case of…götterdämmerung

A scenario unfolds
more abominable among
any previous warring factions,
his wicked weltanschauung
charred effigies futilely hung
against regime of brutality
considerably more unbearable
than infestation of fruit flies brung
about courtesy evil monster sprung
shortchanging restless and young.

Seconds...

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I was talkin' with the Lord when He said to me
"Are you okay?  Need some company"?

I told Him that even with all His creatures
I couldn't find one that had my features.

"Well, no need to...

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Her black stilettos
Graze the cracking pavement, the concrete
Exhausted
Through years of constant contact
Neglected.
They click rhythmically-
Her routine on this avenue well rehearsed,
Every footstep tonight
Falls with the same 
Deliberation
As last night.
The moon, barely crescent-shaped tonight,
Smirks with unbearable cruelty,
Tomorrow...

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POVERTY IN AFRICA
Nzongi N.Mwero
Large population live in slums,
Youth unemployment looms,
Illiteracy looms,
Poor health standards zooms,
In Africa poverty has rooms

A protein starvation diseases on the rise,
Due to a harsh natural environmental and subsistence level,
And semi skilled farming...

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Thee Mister Re: Spouse...

In summer re: aye cannot whet till
this husbandry season will become
fallow -  mare riddle status no longer
honeymoon bridal stage covenant,
nuttin boot lame game of worm aye
go win round robin, since empty...

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He looks at the mirror and frowns at the image

	‘Is it the glass or my face that lies shattered?’

		Fault lines burrowed into borrowed time

			Tim wonders about censorship and cracks

He sees a crossdresser between sadness and...

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You take my breath away, as I close my darkened mind.
Is this the end I delay, for my thoughts I cannot find.
My iron eyes tell the tale, of no other legend.
As I grow weak and...

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Our silent cries, can never be heard.
My iron eyes, make our love so absurd.
Emptiness has darkened my sight, I no longer care.
Will you give your life tonight, will you make things fair?
Was I the winner,...

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When reality hits
How do you feel?
Hit by the truth of the matter
How do you feel?
Rewrite the narrative
Squash it down
Make it more palatable
Get the pen, scratch out the words
How do I feel?
How do I feel about...

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So what its morning and the sky is clear?
The dark cloud in my mind still remains.
So what I give you a smile at your jokes?
Its frozen by the invisible ice from my heart.
So what it's...

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So what its morning and the sky is clear?
The dark cloud in my mind still remains.
So what I give you a smile at your jokes?
 Its frozen by the invisible ice from my heart.
So what...

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My poetic license became revoked on Doomsday 
An afternoon or dawn if I remember in December
The government won't help the situation much
They expired two days before the end came about
On marble floors and flat tires...

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To Grasp a Poets Heart


A Walk in The Forest    2       ( hope you don’t mind Michael )


To express the inexpressible
A poet dreams
Of such

To capture by turn...

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I dream about my democratic socialist twin

sitting in that beautiful world

Above din and roar

Where light shines down

And fills entire world

Lovespace

Suffocating hatespace

Reaching into depths of old memories

Using loves brush to Scratch out deeply ingrained hatred

Using loves...

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Felt kiss so cold wakes me from sleep 
Truth hides but words scratch out the scene
Walk on walk back the path is blocked
All love all laid upon hard floor
I'd be the one to stamp on...

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O Fingernail Moon
			pointing down at the ocean
			what goddess clipped you?

			O clipped fingernail
			without your acute reply
			can I scratch mind’s itch?

			Scratch may be:
			the swipe to light the match
			the breech that summons blood
			the spouse of pad
			the early exit...

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She could smell the scent of the other woman on him.  A sickening             musty, sweet smell.

     She wanted...

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No enlightened poet am I proclaimed,
Rhyming high-flown philosophies in poesy,

(Instead, I only scratch out my words
In verses of winds and scents of spring--

Of the shades of the light crowning wintertime clouds,
Sing the grace of the...

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Covered in Clovers



With a green pen I scratch out this holiday cheer,
  as I chug down another pint of Guinness Green Beer.

    Reminiscing with compatriots from our ancestors country of old,
...

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The tea leaves tell me nothing
Just scattered debris for distraction 
Maybe answers are the myth 
Truth surely resides somewhere
I'm thinking too big, the fault is my flaws 
Do I claw out my eyes or brain...

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Quest for a Better Tomorrow 
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015

I flounder in thoughts of other’s sickness and despair;
As sleep skirts my grip, words arrive, as if summoned,
By some ill wind, floating aimlessly to page; 

Whilst...

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Untitled poem Something
about hummingbirds
passing for haiku

Sits in a notebook
Pondered but then rejected
Not enough spirit

Is this poetry
A sad echo of nature
with no fulfillment

Scratch out start over
Find the clarity of truth
Or why even try

Metallic feathers
Stop on a...

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