Long Scrawls Poems

[Non-Fictional Preface: Fictional Old Folks Home/Apparition] "This is the story of two friends, both considered themselves start-up writers, whereas, one who was a bit more of an upstart, was merely known as, Robert Frost. Frost's...

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"Robert Frosts', friend, Edward Thomas was an indecisive fellow, until that one day they took the other road Edward wanted, and of course, Robert's piece was not Edward's choice to say the least, so when...

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'The Journey'

Sight.
Sound.
Smell.
Taste.

The trains,
the tracks,
the rush, the haste.

The sweeties and toffees,
newspapers and coffees,

Cases and bags, e-cigs and fags,
pasty and tanned, iphone in hand,

The people who come and the people who go
and the Taxis that wait, as...

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"Nuts are in the soup!" 
That's what I've heard: not so absurd
Some add a pinch of spice now and then,
from wit and the sharpened nib of a pen.
Nutty little writers who like to fill
the soup...

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I've spent so much time trying to write a good poem, that I've ignored the possibility of
BAD POETRY.

Bad poetry,
the soul speaks in cat-whispers,
I meow one back,
The garden bleeds living colour,
I sprout something too, words,
and if...

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"A Silent Song"

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Blessed or cursed
Morning shave
Coffee please
Write a verse
Remembers last night’s dream
Grabs a napkin, spills his spleen
Shoves it in his pocket
Walks to work
Sits at his desk
Carries on as usual
Chats on with...

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A single tear swerved the curve of cheek
dragging mascara behind like sorrow lingers
and heavy breath exhales 
as if they cost too much
she scrawls out words with 
ferocity and intent
weaving their magic to strangle his hold
to...

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When your dancing without care of being caught
that smile when you think of something that you
and the inner you find F------------------Y spelled funnily
---------------------------------U-  -----------L
-----------------------------------  -N------E
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When you stop the tears when none...

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Since it was Sunday in late December
the sun perched softly behind a dark
swirl - and the distant dust
turned the last ray from red to pink
well before the dainty fingers
of her small hands could count to...

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Written: May 20, 2024

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Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway
sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell 
splendid summer shorelines spike
summertime spousal...

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The 'tock', 'tock', 'tock' of the station clock, 
the clickety clack of the board. 
Telling the time and destinations 
but no one to cry 'All aboard!'
The 'bang', 'bang', 'bang' of the carriage doors, 
the shrill...

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Such a loud silence
Occasion anxious tapping
Of a pencil or less often a foot
Shifting uncomfortably while squeaking in their desks,
in that too small of a space
barely able to contain your racing, rowdy reflection
Mere avoidance of the...

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Imagine a line i wrote and as you
read it you realise your reading
it in your...
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I saw her sitting alone 
At a corner table 
Of a poorly lit inn 

Her blouse pink 
The color of 
Sweet smelling roses 

She had no clue 
Who else was in the 
Tavern and did...

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Government policies that toilet stink
Presidentially approved 
by a potty-mouth politrician rat-fink

Give the progressive town halls
more executive bathroom stalls
Read the foul language scrawls 
on the Oval Office latrine 
dollar-bill green painted walls
Flush the rank noise
with a...

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I’ve met the slow White hound
I’ve heard his haunting howl
prowl through November air
I shook his frigid paw
that came when bones were bare.

A gusty, spectral thief
of moments far too brief
his whispered pants enticed
and plumy tails left...

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Thirty miles east of Montréal
Through the driving winds and northern scrawls 

Arose a glimmer of hope and talent
The youngest child of fourteen children she was gallant
 
Stardom and recognition climbed 
While we were all intoxicated...

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Autumn draws closer day by day
From far is heard 
The screeching of a lone bird
Voicing its dismay aloud
Over the impending fall
Here the moss scrawls 
Ugly pictures on the bark of trees 
Where black spiders weave...

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“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” - Albert 
Einstein 

I learned all twenty six
as they emerged from scribbly scrawls
into meaningful mots.

I learned how wrap my tongue around them,
contort...

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It's mother nature's dance
  spring growth dubiously enhanced
  resting beneath the summer sun
  bees, birds and butterflies on the run;
hurried in and out the garden gate
  nestling in the flower blossoms...

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The kerfuffle began
when the K&K's concocted
a plan to be special
beyond breakfast.
To be silent, written,
but never heard
was simply absurd.
Penned in by N's
K's lovely voice 
was kybosched
knifed,
knuckle-dusted
knocked, kneed
when kneeling prone.
Denied any
free expression speech
from the grassy knoll.
Why must...

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The Mountains of the Dead                              ...

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Twilight gleams as its last, satiating stream falls
Malingering shadows cast their tepid tent over the sun's fiery cauls
Shadows recede; an eerie awning o'er earth's tenants slowly crawls
Darkness's bleary shroud o'er earth's canopy sprawls
Jaded sojourners scurry...

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Weary of the mindless malls,
We journey out to view the scrawls
Etched by the Neanderthals.

And there compelling to us all,
We stand speechless and enthralled
Observing scenes both large and small.

Of grazing beasts in boundless stalls,
Diffused in peaceful,...

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 I watch closer
as it's a hard time to feel lonely
I come back to a bad home 
that smells rot
I smile as if nothing happened
like the voices weren't raised
like snide remarks weren't heard
like it's all...

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