Long Sleeved Poems

A man who lacks a sleep schedule.
In a home that houses not only him
But his very own mother
His daughter who comes equipped with
Her very own mother too

Honey girl rises with the sun and sets with...

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STRAWBERRY SWEET 
Strawberry scent 
At the picnic place
Late in the afternoon
Birds singing up in the trees
With the joy of spring season`

The basket half empty all the pies gone
Red wine from one glass, but we had...

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I don't know,
S/He said,

(right winged left
exhaled downstream
past everyone's egopaled head)

If God is dead
and also much too Capitalistic,
LeftBrain dominant hegemonalistic

(like water to a philosophical shark)

If God is straight
and white
and a patriarchal supremacist accountant
calculating monoculturally ambitious values

Then...

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Uncertain if my one man pep rally appeals to thee most amazing, daring, grueling... youngest aspirant to restore Earth in the balance predicated upon uncomfortable truth. The old geezer here would be over the moon...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting 
(think feeble attempt 
impersonating plumber plunging - 
unclogging backed up toilet), 
flushed with satisfaction,
now...

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Lust of the flesh is sin.
Sin is lust of the flesh.
Try repeating this one once.
What word was miss-pronounced?
Hearing is believing.
With fellowship and greeting.
Duffing our sacred billow caps.
To gifts of public speaking.
Thin ones borrow.
Plump ones lend.
Relieved,...

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Her long sleeved robe matched the hue of the plants so perfectly 
that it was hard to tell where the rest of the color and her form began. 
Her skin was a papery, ghostly white....

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(This is about the same lovely young lady and best friend that I wrote about in "A Pink Rose." I always think about her when I think about roses. Especially pink and lavender ones.)

The very...

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Depression by my side, anxiety is there too
I speak on subjects that most people are scared to
I won't apologize for speaking on the pain that I've felt
I'm just learning to love myself

It all started on...

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Ask my parents. They’ll tell you, my favorite phrase, growing up was, “I can do it all by myself.” One day, I sat, spinning the top of my Flintstones vitamin bottle, wondering, how many spins...

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In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze....

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After many years I paid a rare visit to the woods from my long ago childhood days,
Things have changed since boyhood, the bees are silent, the landscape has changed,
Gone, honey-laden scented flowers of the old...

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I'm going to write until there's blood on my pen
Then I'm going to wipe it off & I'm going to get blood on it again
Bipolar and psychotic
Give me a handle to fly off it
If it's...

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President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024

Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever

to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to...

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You told me that no one else would want me 
I believed you and began to feel ugly 
Obeyed all your rules so that your hands, feet & UFOs didn't meet my body 
People tried...

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hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times I trudged up inclined streets; or leaning forward, red-faced and...

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"Between the Hours"



If I had stopped to search 
your page, again…
decoded somehow
what you had written

Between the hours

Surreal a.m. 
3.33
I would have lost the time 
to write you into my own story

The Dream

Strip searched against that...

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Thanksgiving Dinner by Mario Vitale
Home for the holiday from New Orleans,

Happy as a bee in the tree making a tune so merrily We only get a glimpse of what is to come The thought to...

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When I fell I had no one to help me up
I was laughed at, Bullied and kicked while I was down
Alcohol was too important to my parents for them to be around
Someone give me a...

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I dreamt that my uncle sat next to my father in a field.
They sat upon a concrete slab. I think a septic tank. 
Their coats beside them and a guinness bottle in the uncle's hand....

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All an illusion


It's all an illusion. 
No matter where I am, I am alway just,
sitting there. Unaware, with a blank stare messy hair
and probably the same clothes that I always wear.
Wrangler jeans, and a button...

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Draughty rafters, creaks and groans
Is it wind or Timmy Jones
Not in school nor home in bed
Did he roam or lose his head 
So much time since Timmy passed
Neither first nor the last

Such reputations can’t be...

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My fake smile grew wider as you made me bleed
You gave me an unusual comfort that also hurt
You made me feel better, while also lowering my self worth
That's why you're the Comfort I no longer...

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Trapped in a sinuous labyrinth,
I run down twisting corridors of well-trodden soil,
flanked on each side 
by bushes twice my height!
I go left; I go right;
turning left again, I hit a wall.
For hours I have been...

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Faith was her name
None of it was her fault yet still it was only herself she did blame
Gained an imaginary friend
Someone to be with her until the bitter end
Created an imaginary magical place
Where she and...

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