Long Scribing Poems

I ran out of breath on the road to Mumbai ...

    Not for sake of dust or smog or even health. I had rounded a curve on
    my motorcycle,...

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Contest : The Prismatic Self
Sponsor : Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date submitted : 19/5/25

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“Contests around track, contests for followers,
for best tasting wine, most exquisite 
architectural design ~ endless
quests to become best versions of Self,
sharpen mind, mould...

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The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three

For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never
Not until your soul rests...

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I feel most free when  

Authoring the email and just press ‘send’  

Letting go  

From someone I left in the snow  

A partner ever so cold  

Decided this relationship hand...

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              For in the depths of time's forgotten embrace,
A world, once lush, now shattered, displaced.
Anteeing up as joker, distant and vague,
I tread...

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Metaphors and similes flow freely from my pen 
when I am scripting and scribing in poetic verse.
Across the width of pale parchment pages 
the nib of my feathered pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses fathoms deep...

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Moon Spoons

We dive into each other with love from highest peaks of the mountain
               quench our thirst with no parachute needed...

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Yes the Catheolic's will have their day, so do the Protestent and the Baptish and also
    the Christian's are all subject to see sad day's. Yes-yes happiness is an adjective de-
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He 
has certainly 
perfected the art 
of being a smart a** -
a trait that swims like a tadpole 
in his father’s gene pool
and nurtured by that very nature..
his tongue swells with sarcasm 
his mouth just...

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How effortless you seem to write

Under said paraffin oil and candor 
lit background

It's almost as if one can hear the nib of
your feathered quill draped in ink

Scratch away at the parchment you
are scribing your every...

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I took this as a summer job,
college expenses require pay,
they sent me up Whithorn Mountain,
put me in a cabin to stay.

Every morn I climb the tower
to make sure the forests don’t burn,
underestimated the boredom,
for some...

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I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn

Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest

She spoke so...

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I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn

Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest

She spoke so...

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Where on Earth or far beyond do we poets go, you ask. 
My thoughts willingly stretch my imagination with this task.
I would reply...in any direction our ink chooses to flow.
To the light of dawn or...

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In the Orient it's called Karma,an inescapable butcher of beasts continuously chopping,slicing & trimming the meat of our mentalities,precisely weighed,
 
Occidentally the official judge of justice is commonly greeted as God,punisher of aggravated appetites,gatekeeper to...

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... leave your walls and cliffs behind and 
leap with me into the vernacular music of turquoise night, 
clutching one another by our trembling hearts, 
defying the twisted face of oppression 
in annihilation of free-fall...

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Last Dance by Darren White

Oh be my heart for me when it stops beating,

My lungs to breathe thin air still far too chill,

My feet to dance the world while I’m still living

As they still want...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, 
after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, 
something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
 ...

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She sat next to me
   and the air
      seemed to dance around her,
we traded words,
  conversations passing into the night
while the moon
  was cradled by the...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, 
after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, 
something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
 ...

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*****To the naked EYE, this poem may seem like gibberish,
but I assure you it is loaded with 24 palindromes,
3 palindrome phrases, 1 hidden palindrome phrase,
and is chock full with enormous wordplay...
oh and one more palindrome...

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FEAR”
 
Intimidating obstructing insecurities
Planting seeds of inadequacy
Fear in the mind
Hindering and paralyzing our goals
Questioning ourselves do we qualify am I good enough to take on any upper level roads
 
Trauma taunting fear that steers the...

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No logical place for this line in another scribing on the
same theme, so I put it down here, looked at it for a moment.
Decided to let it stick, not raise the bar or ante because...

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We hardly remember the truth
Victims of the Great Forgetting
We hardly recognize that history is popular culture
A screenplay of the past written by the victor

Just look at Thomas Jefferson
Author of the Declaration of Independence 
With his...

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I am but a poet.
A rhyming cavalier
Expressing words I'm thinking
Until my mind is clear
Counting all the syllables 
The consonants and the nouns
Letting my emotions run freely
Through villages and towns

I am but a poet.
The words that...

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