Long Slap on the back Poems

Santa! Oh, Santa! Please listen to me. It’s for Dragon! I’m begging you, please!
Dragon didn't mean to be naughty! He’s crying! He’s even down, on his knees!
Christmas is coming! He wants to be nice! Heaven...

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I am a woman in a man's world drinking milk to prepare a mustache. 
The struggle to survive is disobedience.

In my garden, behind the weeds, there is a String of Pearls and the skulls we...

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Unquotable quotes – VI

(Note : A good many of the « epigrams » in this sequence of quotes are a take off on other well-known short poems, proverbs, sayings or expressions faites, etc . The...

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[Disclaimer: The poem does not intend to hurt anybody’s religious sentiments. It is purely for the purpose of entertainment, art and awareness.]

[Note : - If you don’t know who is Draupadi, follow the link given...

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she knew all the moves
Queen's Gambit
Sicilian Defense
Bura's Desperado Sacrifice
with her arms wrapping me
we barreled the freeway
racing headlong into the wind
balanced on two wheels below
as free as mustangs in the mountains
abandoned in the moment with the...

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Coral and lime stones
You can take the country out of me
However, not the trace of acid lime out of my blood
Growing up on the island has its advantages
Everybody was related to each other: and everyone...

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Unseen 
vanishing, 
thin-skinned, blood-bone, 
broken-token people 
pokin' while invokin' 
spoken and unspoken words 
that slap at fat-back pimps 
gone insane on cocaine rain; 
bendin' over, slippin in, 
pasty, wasted, 
hurtin' urchins of the street: 
The...

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Unseen 
vanishing, thin-skinned, blood-bone, 
broken-token people
pokin' while invokin'
spoken and unspoken words 
that slap at fat-back pimps 
gone insane on cocaine rain; 
bendin' over, slippin in,
pasty, wasted,
hurtin' urchins of the street:
The spawn of dawn's humanity
in feral...

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For you I want to be strong 
For you I want to be weak 
For you I want to be a sinner 
For you I want to be a saint 
For you I want to...

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What is it to be human?
Is it having peace and happiness.
Or is it insanity that eats us while we breathe hope into our fears.
Like a tornado of  numbness that washes away my tears.
Turning away...

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I heard a song,
I studied the picture.
I read the title,
And I remembered you.

The song? It was about a guy,
Who loved a girl
His angel.
His only Sunshine, Whose arms he was happy in.

The picture? An angel,
Born new...

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My soul cries forever with its deepest sadness
betrayed by a love that never was
a child innocent
beaten by angry hands clutched by a World War
from a father whose eyes were vacant

I still remember the rage,
the angry...

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A POETESS FINDS HER SOUL


                She dreamt he was with her.
         ...

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LORD Jesus, while on earth, was fully human - shelving His divinity by submitting His will to the Father's - without "discarding" His full deity. So on earth Jesus was born out of womb via...

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The full moon followed us here, there and everywhere with its madcap mischievousness, but brought us home safe and sound. — poet

Pleasure of pleasures to be home.
A pleasing treasure of the front door.
Opening, stretching, seeking...

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I open my eyes every morning and 
you automatically cross my mind,
It makes me sick,
If you were in front of me I'll grab 
anything just to hit you with it,
My heart is all yours but...

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staring into my reflection I see blemishes
Anxiety, stress, ugliness others might miss
I tear myself apart in big gulps and sighs
Seeing the truth below my devil mask.

There is sorrow for a second 
But I swish that...

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My nails grow longer in the heat,
I like to keep them short, hands and feet,
pedicure and manicure by the girls in Phuket,
they give you more, full service and yet . . . .

I don't need...

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She dreamt he was with her.
Massaging her shoulders.
Whispering in her ear to pen
poems far bolder! 
"Stop writing to please the crowd"
Alas, poetess, afraid she'd be
wearing a shroud.

Wanting always the friendly
slap on the back.
Forgetting other poets,...

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Thus in poetic reprimand
we slap each other – back of hand
while saying bully’s have no sand
proclaim ourselves to be so grand

that every scritch and scratch of ink
taints and colors what we think
a searching trail of...

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Enter the pack
With a slap to the back
To the heart of a commonplace place
Leave the charade 
Of your daylong crusade
Here’s the end of the common man’s race

Belly the bar!
You won’t have to look far
For the...

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