Long Slitted Poems

THE LAST THOUGHTS OF A FALLEN CHAMPION

This one time I know I was  caught below the belt
No doubt I got it wrong and I'm far from my best
My last chilling and coin now I've...

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Black garments fall to the floor
Boots off, cane leaned against the door
Top hat lifts, welcoming them all

A bottle of ketchup in hand. . .

“Hello there,” He says to no one in particular
Some eyes stare upward,...

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Daily Poetry #71, April 9, 2017
Word: Onomatopoeia

With one whiff, I smell that it's undesirable,
And with a taste, it's completely rotten. 
Cla-clang, cla-clang, the bell rings out again,
And I something I had said is forgotten.

Crack! Snap!...

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SUPER EAGLES SINKS SOUTHIES
 
Eagle Ekong earthened the egregious encounter,
Edging Eagles emphatically into the lead thereafter,
As he slot from the Southies spot.
The target is to score which is paramount.4

The roar from the stance serenaded our...

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Was it day, was it night?
 shufflings, packed with arms, legs, heads, torsos
  handled like cattle on a train car, ready to move along the tracks;
the bodies merge -
 men, women, teenagers, children, babes...

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Dare I shed this skin, and heart and bone
neath this hollow shell, where the ecstasy of life
though death dwells,
a season for all time;
they pass as sand through the hourglass,
dripping down to melted months,
I feel as...

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Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify;
painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter
the blue-bleak shriek of air on another

mausoleum morning of mourning.
Grief's sharp knife-edge slitted
the sapphire sparkle of small hours.

Sky-cried raindrops trickle down the window pane.
My...

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"For someone's joy is often someone else's despair" by Poet X


Excited children grin and cheer to see the snow;
a winter wonderland indeed for them to play -
their parents are not quite as pleased to see...

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jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York

The bed...

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missed you...
leaving scracthing
my heart for so long
mising you is
drugging my brain
even though we dont
get together often
knowing that you are
with me
is warming inside of
me for long
i understand newly.
your absence,
get out of being a
stucked pain into my
heart
(appeared)...

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1888 the year of terror and fear
throats slitted open from ear to ear

JACK THE RIPPER  preying on the road
He 's spooky and wears a black coat

In the evenings his skills paint red lace
so good...

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  "The painter stood before the canvas."  

 With each dab of paint from passionate fingers
With each dancing stroke of beautiful ochres
And bright greens and reds and gentle yellows
A master's masterpiece unfolds and...

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As I was driving on the dirt road country,
I saw ectothermic, amniotes vertebrate
covered in scales, 
black feline cross the road with an unhurried,
 sidewinding.

As it passed, 
hissing and raising the upper portion
of the bodies to...

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a thought
a phrase
enlighten our every desires
success that fades into danger
the thoughts of temptation kneeping at our backs
sucudial depressions that start with hidden pressure
no help
just the blood that pours from slitted wrist
can we think?
think without our...

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The restricted heart 
                    shrinks bitter and remote, 
punishes the spinal watchtower 
with ghosts of tunnel...

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It was the last order rush  
All full of fun and chat.
As the door swung wide
All turned to look at what.
He wore his hat pulled low
He wore his dark hair long
And his spurs jingle...

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It was the last order rush  
All full of fun and chat.
As the door swung wide
All turned to look at what.
He wore his hat pulled low
He wore his dark hair long
And his spurs jingle...

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I want a bra said the preteen robin.
But why asked her mother. Her name was Dobbin.
Because they are pretty, I see them on TV.
This is how ineffective advertising can be.

They are confining. How could you...

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