Long Scrip Poems

Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged...

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I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will...

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Goodnight to our Rome with all your garrisons
and your streets that have become
as loveless as empty barracks.
For you I will never weep.
After all,
your Senators
Who made the deals
To keep the last
Last
And the first bored
and lost in...

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Every flower has its own color
With annual observation,
this we springtime discover

Give a womb kernel cede
of acknowledgment
To the spectrum birthright
of each other

We are all one,
tho’ from a different umbilical mother

Notice the bloom of time,
come rain ...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a...

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This poet decided against  
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel

undetected inauspicious augury 
     assigning  adept 
     aqueous ace AOL amphibian, 
    ...

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Lord, where would I be without your love?
(I would be lost forever more)
Lord, where I would I be without your love?
(I would be nowhere at all, nowhere at all)

Lord, where would I be without your...

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Alter-ego                                  ...

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With the Nepotism in my planet, essentially in my land, life compels
And factual morals are forgotten. Ancestors way of living are forbidden
By the rules we live in today.
What’s happening in our society?
Flash is made to...

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Looks like dem old ugly chains
got a new modern face
Beauty upgrade ... high-end cosmetic tech;
low-cost dressed in labor modest, 
minimum maintentance convenience
From da delta plain sugar cane fields,
to the glamorous Silicon Valley hills:
Ancient bigotry of...

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With a disorderly, syringe-induced slap,
dark thoughts welcomed 
a groggy passenger to the padded wall madness

Foggy-eyed from the spinal needle tap,
involuntary entrance
was the court-ordered cure for a mental regress

It’s a downright straight-up
bedlam orientation
Dr. Jekyll told me...

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Crack-ed craniums,  splintered personalities
Neural pathway of coping escape
led to a padded place for shattered identities

Disposable souls, which fell thru the cracks,
became ill weeds of society — 
Concrete tares of bipolarity

They took the sweet powdered...

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Don’t pardon those demockratory quips,
them dishonest mistakes
Unless you love
walking thru a field of verbal cow chips

Beware! Aye lips very often halitosis snip

Here is a rue unpardonable exit tip:
Brown nose aroma
is blew gaslight, pig methane lit...

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not all Barbaras are home wreckers, ladies
I heard the oldies and the goldie's of the sixties and seventies
Betty Wright and Peggy Scott sing them very fine
Beautifully at that, but ladies I'm here to tell you
That...

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Today I questioned reason with rigor. 
I tried to find an explanation for my being.
A rhetorical question with mystifying vigour,
that opens doors to new ways of seeing.
The first thought drafted a blatant visual,
of characteristics found...

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He always loved knives. 
Blades flicking sharp like a snake's tongue.  
"Knives never lie," he said. 

The moment depends on honing. 
A ritual all its own.  

      ...

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It’s mortuary time to a-tone deaf clock in
to the pawn fate
of warlock plans that bewitch angle bend

The hourglass is turned over again,
wearily watch the 
sands of your inhalation dwindling

In a despot time of greed,
second-hand puppets...

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By Curtis Johnson

You may never become a hero or a person of great renown; 
Or throw a ‘no hitter’ from a Major League pitcher’s mound.

Your name may never grace the pages of anybody’s magazine.
You may...

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YOU ARE HERE....
YOU ARE THERE....
WHY THOU EVERYWHERE?

NO EARS....NO EYES....STILL SO MUCH PRIDE...

IT SAID IN A VOICE”IT’S BECAUSE I LOVE THOU.”
“I AM SENT TO PROTECT YOU BU THR BLOOD OF YOUR SCROW”

I SAID:”BUT YOU DON’T”
THE VOICE...

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I am Cephas,
A rock upon the dry earth.
I am a stone
Lifted up and set in motion.
The wind surrounds me.
I sink into the brook
And settle.
The water rushes over me,
And my ragged edges and indentions are not;
I...

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A Note to Self
You and you alone 
can make the change
in your life to make it
brighter! 


Self
Self you need to try a different angle
Years of trusting the wrong person
Has left you frazzled and depressed

Enough
Enough self-inflicted...

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