Long Slithers Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s dreams 
rust crumbles to dust

Virulent apathy spreads 
Betrayal’s destruction 
hand...

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IN THE WILD

Early morning, we go for a drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At 6 o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that we have missed...

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IN THE WILD 
( Re Post)

Early one morning, we begin our drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At six o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that...

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Its been over 27 years coming
 this missive or letter,
 maybe poem ? 

I HATE Mother’s day !!
 with a passion ... I've said it ...
 The sheer relief is palpitating
 a load of my...

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I’m afraid, but with hope in mind – 
Help me out of my cell if you can be so kind
My mind has been in a brain fog lately…
But my writing skills haven’t faded frankly…
Well, I...

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Stimulate me with your merry laughs and smiles of gladness 
Give me a taste of paradise and feed me delicacies of grace
Let us both seek rejuvenation above the sweet remedies of bliss 
Uplift my bland...

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet...

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“The Tear”



How many oceans of salt 
does it take to form a tear?

Unrelenting waves of sorrow 
pounding a broken heart
hears the howl of sharp beaked foolish flying monkeys
ignorant feeding frenzies swallow whole lost families 
swept...

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Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(Lights slowly rise on a lone figure, MICHAEL, hunched over a steering wheel. His knuckles are white against the worn leather. Pre-recorded sounds of a desolate highway hum faintly in...

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conspiracy theories usually hide ...
       in the shadows .. but as Covid spreads
         across the globe baseless opinions and 
 ...

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Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh

Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time
Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness,
Begin calling to all goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and witches in...

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You were standing with your face held to the warm air. The sea licking your feet and your thoughts were all of her. For back at the apartment she would be lovingly cleaning your clothes...

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Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time
Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness,
Begin calling to all goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and witches in the graveyards;
To come...

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Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time
Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness,
Begin calling to all goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and witches in the graveyards;
To come...

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A Soulful Cry of Anguish against Fate

(“The Tale of the Lonely Ghost”, a film (2013) by ANUP SINGH - who collaborated on the screenplay as well, an Indian, a Sikh born in Dar-es-Salaam but settled...

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Imagine it like a black slug, feeding on me, leeching off what is left of my happiness. Sitting deep in the pit of my stomach growing larger stronger with every day that goes by that...

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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I walk among you wielding my great sword,
cutting, slicing, stabbing and dicing,
and my banner says peace, love and harmony,
but only on my terms,
come with me and I will create utopia,
a true Heaven on Earth,

I don't...

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Ho Xuan Huong (1772-1882) was a risqué Vietnamese poetess. Her verse — replete with nods, winks, double entendres and sexual innuendo — was shocking to many readers of her day and will doubtless remain so...

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THE BUG BITES –AGAIN!

We begin to get restless,
And know that feeling
The one when our heads
Start reeling!
It’s time to visit the Kruger Park,
Although sparse rain, and
The bush will be stark!
Adrenalin starts pumping,
And hearts thumping,
We arrive 4...

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I arose to the sun beating on my face
Stretching out all the aches and pains
Rubbing out the old stale tears from all the yesterdays
Whipping the sweat of all the left over strength from my pale...

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It’s Christmas Eve; there’s someone at my door!
But with the horrid sound outside my window,
I wonder who is knocking and what for!
Midst violent wind I see a surreal snow!

Within it’s haze, there is a grotesque...

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No one knows about me here,
Alone with me, myself and I –
I have no urge to cry
No one knows what I feel…
I feel hope and no fear
Making a little effort to belong…
No, I’m not that...

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Like the darkness
We struggle to escape
Comes a hopelessness, a fear
Who engraves dread
Across the mind, through the spirit
Inside the one who fails to listen
To the voice of His wisdom

Fear barks orders
To the inner peace
Destroying the silence
With...

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