Long Shabbily Poems

Lightly the rain falls upon the lamp lit streets, the shabbily dressed figure
Walks with an air of uncertainty down the cobbled stone streets, leaning,
On his rickety cane, the elderly gentleman huddles beneath his umbrella Of...

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Gazing down along the zealously
Monitored borders of well clipped
Evergreen Privet hedges.
Standing watchful guard over 
Divisions
Re-enforced by concrete posts and
Darkly stained, wooden, wavy-lap 
Fences;
Age-old neighbourly disputes, petty
Grudges and childish jealousies -
Ably demonstrated by various
Patchworks of shabbily...

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The Shady Rest Motel

By Elton Camp

Wife and I were on a trip out of state
We were growing tired and it was late
Fairly soon, there wouldn’t be daylight
It was time for us to stop for the...

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Walking the coastline pathways
Cup of coffee in the local Café
Sitting, observing people as they passed
Checking on dress sense today
Shoes, where did they purchase them?
 
Spotted a homeless person
Shabbily dressed and looking unkempt
He appeared increasingly in...

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Walking the local area coastline, 
Cup of coffee in the local Café 
Sitting, observing people passing 
Checking on dress sense today, 
Shoes, where did they purchase them? 
Spotted a homeless person 
Shabbily dressed and looking...

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So why does it end with the love lies?
Now once you got to Jr. High
People were cruel, it was hard to get by
Getting depressed in the circle of life
But now girls are better, more shapely...

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I have been made mad before
With my clothes on my hands
Shabbily treated by children in the street.
My hair shaggy and rough.
YOu could see me going through the hoote-nanny
Smiling to every one that comes
on my way...

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Verb

What is a poem absent the context of motion 
a meandering spark of nebulous intent
a senseless sentiment bereft of sphere 
an ultimately monumental apparition
a lie of omission 
and a trivial pursuit of nothing

there can be...

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Men of the Flame

Men of the flame,
Basking in the aura of fame
So confident with signs and wonders
Proclaiming to raise the dead and heal the lame.

They cast, bind evil spirits tame
One even said; "God is game"
Is...

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AFRICAN KID's, KING OF THE STREETS.
 
From the ignition of time
Where spirit of wine loves every
Mind,
I stroll down this town backing my
Brilliant child
Traditional symbol of dark's motherly
Pride,
Africa the diagram in my eye
At age nine I...

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Deep pain penetrates my soul
Life has gone out of control
Agony is playing a devilish role
To complete its cruel role

Problems inundate to frustrate
I love to become Mr. Late
Heaven has closed its gate
Devil has come to investigate

Heart...

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STATUS 
When you want to join a prestigious social club, 
Do you wonder if your status will make it difficult for you to join?

When you go shopping alone at a nice store, 
Do you worry...

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I have been broken
Like a man left without a token
Staring surprisingly at the cruelty
Melted out on my fragile soul.

Here in my solitary state
I try to patch up my heart's pieces
To forget about the pains
And let...

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You were always a step ahead
of the backbiters
Thoroughly progressive in your thinking
A woman of intellectual substance will always
be treated with some male hostility
But for other women to despise your gift of wit,
and treat you shabbily...

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She stood in line holding a loaf of bread,
so I motion for her to go ahead.
Thanking me, she started counting her change
and I must admit she looked somewhat strange.

She had a hand full of pennies...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No fancy...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No...

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blues café on main

they sat looking down at their plates
contemplating long and lonely fates,
    
      “I miss mine, bet you miss yorn.”

two old men
shabbily shorn
smelling of age...

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We have come to a cross roads in this country,
where some folks truly believe
they don't have to listen to a Zebra,
Minorities get no respect in America!
Citizens are sinking to an all time low,
because they have...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot

Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No fancy...

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It's as Early as the first drop of a water
Water from no ocean, just purification and sweat 
All are illusion. 
In a square garden full of grown habitant full of beard, squirk face,beautifying set of...

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Loose leaves rustle. 
The gray light of evening dips and sways 
and night closes in. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the harbingers of better days. 

No fancy gadgets, 
just a jar of pencils...

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Loose leaves rustle. 
The gray light of evening dips and sways 
and night closes in. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the harbingers of better days. 

No fancy gadgets, 
just a jar of pencils...

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Loose leaves rustle. 
The gray light of evening dips and sways 
and night closes in. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the harbingers of better days. 

No fancy gadgets, 
just a jar of pencils...

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Jazz piano scale skip quick notes implore me
Siphon symphony verve blurred by saxophone sass
Floated lilly pad leap frog spring legged surety
Splats on brass buttoned soldiers dedicated amass


Bulbous glass swirl burgundy grape stem bitter 
Absorbs oak...

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