Long Scuffling Poems

I can still hear that voice speaking as if someone was dreaming, it is the voice that you hear when someone is trapped between mid-night and daylight and the sun comes charging at you and...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-


We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in...

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No roof no mood flat affect
Glances empty no space for sorrow
Small rucksack to collect  
No tears to borrow

A sloppy flute
A black and white photo
Of a young boy now mute 
Carpe Diem his motto

Dreamy alone...

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It’s a cold December afternoon,
Four-thirty, and already dusk is upon us.
We walk side by side, like since forever,
Up the slight incline that takes us to the top of the road,
Shoes scuffling on the tarmac pavement.
Our...

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The first lamp cut
through lonely
shade, where liquid
black is interlaid
With moon gold
chequered starlit
white, for even in
the dark is light,
The evening wore a
peaceful shroud,
where even whispers
were too loud
As shop signs
see-sawed in the
breeze, along the
lane a distant
sneeze
From someone
scuffling...

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Cascades of child like laughter roll of the scarlet paved street of a Harlem like neighbourhood
Infused with the liquid brown scent of human an assault on the senses

Ringing of bells announcing the day of worship
The...

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On beginning to compose a new poem...

Assaying thoughts gambol,
scuffling as in an affray
née crushing, jockeying, stampeding...
demanding equal airplay
gushing as metaphorical think
spigot turned on full force airway
thru totally tubular cerebral

microcosmic aisleway
vesicular conduit fifty
plus shades of gray
exhaling...

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Dreams Forever Awake
                 by Odin Roark

A father dreams of getting it right finally
succumbs to sweat drenched nightmares

Somewhere
he stumbles about
to...

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In my yard, chitter-chatter resounds;
grey squirrels ordering me to, 
leave the pears on the ground for them.
I glance slowly upwards, 
seeing one nearly fall from an electric wire; 
intuitively, I know he has a sore...

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Its way pass midnight
And the full moon comes out to play
The wolves roar echoes across this lonely town
The music’s died down along time now,
There’s a chill creeping up my spine
Eerie paints  this town ...

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Musty boxes
Resting belligerently in forgotten corners
Gathering dust
Waiting to be dissected
Eviscerated
Purged of their jumbled bits and bobs
The oddments of a family of lives
Muscled arms heft them in a tanned sweaty embrace
A bumping scuffling journey ensues
The same...

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They called the Willow Bunch
they lurked around the
Ruschello Mio looking to
find jobs. They had skills
to impress and they wished to
work. They sawed wood for the
canteen, They were butchers
and cooks. Saggio the next to
the oldest of...

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Oh! daughter of loneliness
worshiper of horus
though quite unaware
collector of dandelions
look over here then
double chins on racehorses!
that slight stain on your two fingers
story of cigarette hungers
and nicotine romances
dealt with in shadow quietly
no fierce gazes now from...

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I returned to the place of my birth a few months ago.
Visiting there always gives my languid soul a glow.
The house still looks good but the old barn is showing its age.
How long it will...

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The scuffling duo sparred in the park
Their screams and shouts so very marked
A bag was clutched in the woman's hand
A man had grabbed it while he harangued

"Let go!" He shrilled and tugged it more
"Tis mine,...

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I was standing outside
On a downtown street,
Listening to the sound
Of the people's feet.

A tap tap here,
And a clop clop there;
A tip-tap clip-clop
Everywhere.

Then a scuffle through some leaves,
Feather-scuffling, full of ease,
And a smiling, bright-eyed face
High o'er...

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When you're walking 
Scuffling along in trouble's shoes
Head hanging low
Mumbling moody blues
Well me, I'm making lemonade
Why can't you

Taking bitter adding something sweet
Maybe a smidge, no a heap full of hope
Heck, by days end I'll mix...

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The clumsy beauties come knitted to the yard,
Slithering on the dewy glassy grass,
As usual.
Two mongooses in natty brown coats
Are looking for the fare scrap, if any thrown out.
The dawn window creaks as it opens its...

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      Contemplation

       
      Hidden scruple of consciousness scuffling 
      yet to be scudded through...

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So sweet
  The lonesomeness of the city light street
 has me hearing the sound of my heart beat,
 I quickly fall to sleep, I wake up and stand
 looking outside from my widow balcony.
...

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Raise an anthem to them
The torrentuos folks in their prime
Take your pen in hands
Let it flow freely on a book
Write of the bliss and diss
Of youthful ardour for piety


Amidst the daily hectic hustle
In the bustling...

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My thoughts are indeed a black cloud.
I'm engulfed in it's depths,
consumed by it's darkness,
and yet protected by it's comfort.
What I mean by that is
it may be a terrifying place to be,
but it feels a lot...

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Can you see me?
Are you aware of these 
clashing entities that are 
rubbing my insides raw?

Extended appendages and 
inaudible screams are all that
I have to salvage what's left of me.
Can you even see me?

Can you...

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I feel nothing but estrangement,
Trapped in a phase as a cavemen.
Wandering in search of reality,
Came back with a fraction of sanity.

A peculiar girl with enormous dreams,
Extravagant zeal to see others succeed.
A social butterfly, spreading her...

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I checked out 20 words we owe to William Shakespeare and included them in this ditty about teenagers. The Bard is emboldened herein :

Bedazzled by new-fangled, mutitudinous belongings,
Fashionable youth in half-blooded pageantry
Swagger uncomfortably amidst the...

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