Long Self confessed(a) Poems

Why is America embracing Marxism? When in Hong Kong, Venezuela, and Cuba people are embracing Democracy! Even willing to pay the harsh penalties of Communist regimes for the very freedom America is throwing away? Our...

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I just found myself clicking and
reading one of my favorite poet's Jennifer Proxenos poem's called
An Early Addiction

In which she spells out her joy
and love for poetry and how she 
got started

Which inspired me to try...

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Locked inside a triangle of thoughts for you
Remembering my days you painted them from blue
Reminiscing on the days of short memories we made
Feeling like our time - was jipped and played
I don't feel I had...

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Autumn will forever be the season of death to me,
but like time, I do not remain cemented in the past.
Memories of ghosts will always lead me to the stars,
as everything we love fades away eventually,
like shells...

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Encased in ice and frozen
So the world could not break through,
The beating of my bitter heart
Soon faint and thoughtless grew,

And from this frigid, frosty state
A life of snow was born,
So followed through my days was...

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My witchy teardrops, dandelion oil, mystical, magickal dust
Faerie Tales, cockatiels, sandwiched between rusted trust
Of movie reels, bootlegged steals, cyber-world, & for reals
Myself as a wild-child & lonely found you across the sea
At the time you...

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What a quaint and small conception you have of the world

Sunday

Sunday

while you are polishing your rhetoric in pews
with the silver laden coffers of your charity
tucked neatly into your wallet

Sunday

A bright angel of hymns goes dancing...

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Double pain in my heart
The sad I feel tears me apart
From my our family I had to band my brother 
That would of killed our mother 
The operation didn't hurt this bad
Or make me as...

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Bliss-filled, awesome… yet simply fantastic
Highlights my special son’s show, eclectic
To the phlegmatic, it’s too dramatic
Midst praise-songs, verily operatic
While others comment as realistic…

Heaven-bound, spiritually ecstatic
Journeying zealously, never static
Treading on holy paths though erratic…
There he is, during...

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WAS IT WHAT IT WAS?

It was a time of temperance for a temper tamed
It was a time when, on beauty, was mournfulness and belligerence blamed
It was a time when a recently birthed masterpiece was smudged
It...

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Jon always does a Rubix Cube, 
Before swims for his nerve, 
He’s a self-confessed motorhead, 
Loves driving Lamorghini’s. 

Born on the 30th of May in 1991,
With mild Cerebral Palsy, 
He has a BTEC in sports,...

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Guilty Via Paymen

Hohoho.....
Here in Bolehland, a murder case is being heard in High Court...
A very intriguing case where a deputy public prosecutor ended dead in a cement drum ....

The seventh accused, Ravi Chandran, if he...

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You are hard, you are brash,
Your swagger is flash,
And when we touch base, your talk turns to cash.

You are loud, especially in a crowd,
But when your rowdy anger flies
Your friends are suitably cowed.

You are strong,...

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In less than a year, hundreds of poems have poured out of me.
I thought I'd drown in my tears, but I began to swim in poetry.

When the ink touches the pad I'm so glad to...

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I talked it over with Glen,
Me sole mate and imaginary friend
He said “Listen here me matey”
“It’s the best way for you in the end”

So as a close friend I took his advise, 
And to this...

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What's your addiction

What's your preferred poison

What's your fix

And how many a day do
you do or have

We'll it's difficult to say or
put an exact number on

An absolute bare mnimum of 1
but can be anything up to...

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There she was , blindfolded by butterfly wings , 
Collecting shells lost in a forgotten coral reef , 
Listening to the rhythm of her breathless sighs , 
A self confessed queen , handcuffed by pearls...

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Depending on our power, we may be blessed
Hallucinations entertained and self confessed
Fill our world with wonder and delight
Unless our mind is filled with hateful spite

Seeing  the  Golden Light  may give us hope
Unless...

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Climbing
 
Deliberately he climbs
twisted thread in hand,
underneath his narrow frame
the warm water breathes warnings 
of free fall arrests,
amongst tentative overhangs
and twisted limbs
he stills himself.
 
Lost in instruction
he climbs until the air thins
and self-confessed
lines of communication...

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