Long Slinging Poems

"The Precipice"



In the Autumn 
she wore a wedding veil
A cold winter would lift it
Kiss her lips passionately to 
speak words of 
LOVE
on a 
late roll call

“Well, that’s insanity for you” 
some snakes would hiss
others rapture-faced
on...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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Sneezing fit – tests nasal septum

The word Gesundheit was first used in English in 1914. It became popular in the United States due to the many German immigrants who moved there. Many Americans may not be...

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Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass

circa June 20th, 2022
prompted me to stutter 
self addressed rapid fire gesundheit
nsync with, spluttering
“I don't have any allergies!”

An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty...

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Wicked Romancer a provocative Prince of fanatics in the dramatics of fashionable word's. 
 Giving orgasms of mind unique one of a kind pleasures of my rhythms in rhymes. 

Mesmerizing feelings of exquisite emotions written...

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Eighteen hundred and three begins U.S. destinies.
Merriwether Lewis and his comrade, William Clark, agrees –
They will go forth, avoid Frenchmen, fighting growling grizzlies.
To find a water trade route that flows west to the Pacific seas.
Louis...

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The Killing Tree (caution extremely graphic)
My daddy hung my bunny on the killing tree 
he wrapped my hands round the concrete filled pipe

a hot burn filled my body, then I went cold
the last thing I...

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He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something
A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring
His squint blues eyes pulled together the wrinkles upon his face
With an...

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I wrote this 7 years ago, decided to post and add to it.

15 year old me:
Sitting out front, spitting like a boy
Cigarette in her left hand

Momma's just looking through the glass
She wonders what happened..
To her
Sweet...

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The Girl and the Dragon


Come sit and listen to my tale
I’ve written out in rhyme
About this very special girl
Well…Once upon a time

I watched her as she grabbed her sword
Through castle doors she strode
Her steed a...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)

At the headwaters of the Red Woods Branch,
near a gentle slope on a dusty trail.
On an iron gate, at the Twin Mounds...

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Now here's a story everyone should 
know, 
About a young boy growing up in the 
ghetto. 

His father was murdered when the 
boy was just six,
Now he lives with his mom, who 
makes money ...

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The hustle and bustle as I get ready to ride     My leather chaps at my side   The announcer telling stories about my ride     About the only bull that no one can ride    Yeah...

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“A snake in the grass”. Such a powerful and direct metaphor of treachery, is it not? We strive to avoid such ones believed to be so venomous, like snakes hidden in the grass. The metaphor...

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Judgement day is every day when you're trying to survive in a decent way. Clean up your life and move away, to a new playground for the kids to play. It's an Oreo cookie way...

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Snakes And Mr. Baines
By Curtis Johnson

The phrase, “A snake in the grass”, has often been expressed toward certain individuals. Such a powerful and direct metaphor of treachery, is it not?

Among the first stories ever heard...

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“Get lost, I don’t care,” snarled the young wolf disingenuously
The naïve stripling wanted little more than acclaim
With no knowledge of why it continued--
The 
       slow 
   ...

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Geena Davis in Cutthroat Island

Generously endowed with spunk and spirit, GEENA 
Engaged a most unusual leading lady role.  And DAVIS 
Ever so skillfully brought the audience right IN 
Not one scene was lacking and...

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She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy glass, and fog, 
into a dismal January, she hopes to...

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Elegy on the Death of Vicente Aleixandre, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Elegia en la muerte de Vicente Aleixandre

(Born in 1923, Carlos Bousono, a renowned prize-winning Spanish poet and eminent theoretician on the aesthetics...

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BRUCE, HOLIDAY OR JOPLIN?

Just another genius junkie
Someone’s master and someone else's flunky
Just another genius junkie, man
Building crosses while cursing the inevitability of a plague
Writers both vehement and anything but vague
Some of them whose rhymes fell...

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Double dynamics in aesthetics 
of life's wicked minds 
provocative abstract 
crimes unique designs 
provoking mind with twice
the rhymes.

Double scripts in life's 
wicked flips three verbs & throwing nothing but reverb.
Twice the lyrical lines, 
avast steer...

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Capsizing the Costa Concordia

Divers wreathe silently through
the submerged corridors of a 
140,000-ton wreck. Little fish
dark haphazardly through
the juxtaposition of tilted ballroom,
granite bars fixed in place.
Black waters lit green by headlamps
provide a surreal spotlight
for a loveseat drifting by
A...

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Life is nothing, but a large over-sized struggle,
Broken into many pieces, like a complicated jigsaw puzzle,
 There's no light at the end of my complex life tunnel,
I'm stepped on, beaten up, eating words through a...

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