Long Shoed Poems

Sponsor : Regina Macintosh 
submission  : 2/7/25
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   embedded in avatar’s 
sequential chromosomes 
novel_sprite_ageless___BIRTHED 
Soul protected       simultaneously          ...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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Dumbfounded in the raw,
nerves in neon.
Sin-New and bones quartered by time's animation-
Death re-imagined by the law of Thelema and Agenda 21.
Moments of truth corner you in alleys and avenues in the night.
As they are ritually...

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In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew,
Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue!

Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was...

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Back when I was a youngish man
this was a tale I heard,
and thinking back upon in now,
just makes it seem absurd.
It was about a truck-driver
out roaming the highways,
but cargo wasn’t what he brought,
when he showed...

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It was 6/10/19 at 5am.  I  was  asleep in my front room. I first became aware that i was in a differant place when i seen myself in the pitch black sky...

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Time stopped.
Cynthia, frozen in glass shoes.
Time stopped
when she’d not accepted his proposal.

Prince Nicholas bided his time
to think. How could he persuade this lass
to wear his ring?

He looked over this fine partygoer.
She was having a ball,
so...

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In a mist of a perfect way
You come across in such dismay
And in the daunting of a new brilliant day
So the sun shines the clouds are now out of the way
It's a dawning falling falling...

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God We Have To Thank

Was a famous priest named Father Frank;
And when seen how our sad  hearts sank;
Loved a lot;
He said not;
God we have to thank for pulling a prank.

There once had been a...

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Can your calluses callus enough that God’s touch
will not touch a nerve ending (to reach you) if God
wants to kiss you (wants contact?) Yes, there! I’d guess not!
But that does leave unanswered if God would...

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If you wanna ride my locomotion
just lay the rail
If you can handle it
wrong way down the tracks
neverending tracks
across the lands
forever going
forward
where are we going?

Going off the tracks
before its too late
your heart understands
why were ging off...

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examine the mouth of the river
listen to its excited conversations
compare its  shimmering to
ululating silver bangles

walk into the riverbed and cover
yourself in golden sediments
mud bathe- then rinse in the river
spread your wings like a butterfly

glare...

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He billed himself as an expert in the field of "equine podiatry",
Better known as a farrier for farmers and the cream of society!
Keeping horses shod and their hooves polished was his vocation.
With horseflesh he'd had...

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Self-righteous do-gooders, so they believe, preaching the Word while minds they deceive,

Casting their ballots for racist, lying, cheats, shelving morality for them to be the lead,

Satisfied preying on the innocent and cleansing the impure, while...

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Clumsy knock about clown endears
Bubble blown, unicycling, tightrope dance 
Underneath charisma, after the cheers
Grinning sinister inkling stirs up fears
Guise causes unnerved scare's enhance

Aside from a smattering of film features
What strikes terror of tumbling funny fool?...

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"The End of America"

remember 
when 
we danced
our fingers 
mapping 
velvet secrets
across scorched
skin whispering
smiles encouraging
a little lovely 
wanton sin 
like we were 
playing keys 
turning our
worlds over 
for words 
unlocking 
hearts 
you could 
taste the 
salt...

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Issy was in first year at Exeter University, 
Coming home from a trip to the cinema, 
Travelling in a car at 60mph, high velocity,
When they were hit by another vehicle. 

Six months in hospital, crushed...

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High heels
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

Why do women wear high heeled shoes?
I really do not know.
That’s because I am a man.
And my shoe heels are low.

Is it...

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LATE AUGUST

It’s late August    with Labor Day on my mind
Something sharp and indistinct is in the air
I sense it all along my prickled skin
My forehead    in my hair

Kids would...

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I watched her as she danced
her entire body
ached with artistic beliefs 
and organised thoughts
fractals of light
shone
through the bottom seam of the tutu
as she looked down at her pointe-shoed 
feet
she adjusted the edge of her tutu,
the...

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walking to work 
in a *****small town
with the cars whizzing by &
the peering drivers 
with 
bulging beady eyes
(fat behind the wheel,
never exercising, with
heart attacks & heart disease
just round the bend),
with curiosity that 
killed the
****ing cat,
with...

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Bent glass danced light from windows over looking vacant playgrounds,
as Mr. Ingersall taught refraction and dispersion.

Rainbows tap-danced walls to chalkboard, brushing equations,
while impish hues soft-shoed solutions chased previously with tears.

From a lackluster world of rummy...

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Stone-broken at the waters lip, spun
Round and starfished on this shrinking hill.
We gaze across the Apple Lands.
Distant fires rise in spirals, shifting.
The dog dance of our straying hearts
Calls us back to the razored road,
The high...

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Hallogen Rows
lighted eyes of machines,
caterpillaring the city galaxy.
I propped on "Cemetery Hill".
Laid wet, slop-shoed,
from black snow.

Decembers clouds are haze,
thick in night undone.
Arches, Bells, Kings
beacons feeding the masses.
Air of ribs, wings, and other flesh.

Rubber slices concrete,
noise...

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