Long Scud Poems

Pasha Acremodios grew greedy,
discontented with the domain he dominated,
so he turned covetous eyes toward Farabia,
sending his soldiers to seize this ripened plum

Spoiling for a fight and fighting for spoils,
his army swept across Farabia
like a bloody...

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I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage

Indentured gumption forsaken 
courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth
this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters...

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This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
nsync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously stretching limits credulity
(think courtesy metaphorical crowbar)
teases out...

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Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage...

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously...

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Tomorrow comes, and lo and behold
WMD, Weaponry -  Middle East stranglehold
Chemical Scuds, conventional too
What will Saddam's madness do.

Visions of - Gulf No 1
Burning wells under our lovely sun
OPEC panic, its not their day
Millions of...

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The night is growing colder and your body feels older than it should
And you’d pack up your brains and all that remains and escape if you could
You are a broken man dying in a house...

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Can you see? A rainbow dying?
Can you hear? A storm-cloud scud?
Perhaps you can; and perhaps you cry
Me? . . . I don’t know . . .
I REALLY. . . DON’T! . . . know

Can you...

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        Memorial Day  2000
	Dedicated
	to
	Those Left Standing
	Written: by Tom Wright
	5/8/00
	
	Monuments,
	Fashioned of assorted granite stone,
	Neatly standing,
	As if in manicured rows;
	A memorial,
	To friends and loved one's gone,
	Their numbers uncontrollable,
	For each...

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When within me grow powers of selfishness
Self satisfaction and self gratification ensue
To advance an agenda steeped in short-sightedness
Which under normal circumstances I shouldn’t pursue

Unless I welcome revulsion
From circles where I draw friends
Who hobnob with me...

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I remember in kindergarten,
I and a few friends were put on the yellow light,
the light of shame, for playing tic-tac-toe on the Spanish room tables.
oh shame, shame, shame...
In first grade, I miss that teacher, Zoellner...

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Mogadishu ...
Black Hawk helicopter down
Caracas ...
Riots burning everything to the ground
New Orleans ...
Katrina tears has gotten many more drowned
Manila ...
Government death squads are roaming around

Global Dystopia
Earth frowns
Parents and children weeping,
sad mourning sounds
Everyday the sun comes...

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yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades...

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***Show your teeth the doctor said your diagnosis is complete you're half- dead half-alive you are suffering from Schrödinger equation syndrome.....
** Funny tales are funny because they tell our stories............
**My wife Sarah's nose is a...

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With each turn of the tide,
The beach opens up wide, 
The Irish sands stretch for many a mile;
And all around can be seen
More than forty shades of green,
There’s so many things in Ireland to make...

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I open my bleary eyes,
To the beautiful sheaf of sunlight.
Book lying beside me sighs!
And whooshing sound of papers rant, as they fly by.
Baby! Why you left me without saying good bye!

What do I tell you...

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have seen bright-eyed daises open and baby yellow buttercups unfold,
I have seen these spreading across water-mead’s a cloth of purest gold,
I have seen white clouds scud across blue skies changing shape as they go,
I have...

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Don’t take me unless to the cry of the hawk
Not supported or transported – just let me walk.
No matter that muscles protest and begin to ache
When clouds scud over the peaks and cast shadows across...

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Noisy laughter escapes from my mouth,
As the muscles of my cheek over stretched ,
I open my mouth to shine my teeth
and expose my incisors and canines for the world to see , 
My cheeks ...

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Summer simmers south as the spring in our steps hopes of an 'India Summer'  

        are drowned by the what we euphemistically call 'Inclement Weather', this ...

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A Violent Storm


It starts with dying leaves that litter lawns
All tumbled over in remorseless wind 
Until at last, defeated, they collect
Behind the garden wall in tattered piles,

Discarded on a bleak deserted street
An empty cola can...

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Some days I feel down
Then I remember  the song
My father taught me when I was young
And I sing with a heart so free

Jesus tender shepherd hear me 
Bless thy little lamb tonight
Through the darkness...

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Somewhere in my forest the wind shakes the trees
And love come down the mountains perfumed with breeze
Somewhere in my forest a bright bud breaks at dawn
And love's nimble eyes stag the shivering silver fawn

But here...

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THE MAGIC BROOMSTICK 


There is a magic broomstick

Upon which witches ride,

On dark and spooky windy nights

Up into the air it glides.



Soaring over trees and hills

It travels far and wide

The magic cat sits on the back

His...

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I shall begin this tale with a storyteller's flair
take out my flute to play a soft seductive tune
between pauses, as I recall my journey.

Facing the unknown does not frighten me
unchartered waters are a challenge not...

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Lost upon the leash
Of relative moons eye
Watching through telescopic
Troughs of dirt
Open mouthed it crosses
The pathways of oblivion
Not loving grace
Upon which we have died
Kick out the words
Being the roused child
But never the adult
To whom the pain...

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