Long Sloshing Poems

Two, perhaps three miles out to sea, beyond the reef to Zapatillas,
Bocas’ dual sand-edged footprint jewels with jungle centre trees, 
Francesco’s outboard boat heads out to Caribbean’s deeper blue.

Where sun burns softer gringo skin, but...

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PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling...

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The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled...

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36.
               The Rose

The garden rose by Nature's brush
Seems the perfect flower.
It sleeps before the autumn moon...
Is reborn of April showers.

I feel...

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Maybe Tomorrow Night?
                        by Odin Roark

Early last night
thinking got heavy.

Uncomfortable feelings crept...

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Maybe Tomorrow Night?
                        by Odin Roark

Early last night
thinking got heavy.

Uncomfortable feelings crept...

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From shore to deep, the colors of the sea,
tan sand and white meringue bursting forth.
Can you picture the lovers on the edge
             long...

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Raining, sloshing go all the kids
The bus stop blocks away
But a dear mother stands with her umbrella
For the daughter on that rainy day

She walked all the way over there
That day the rain did fall
She cared...

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A lifeless corps dragging his feet through the dirt, 
the wet sludge sloshing through his toe’s,
He lifts his head and looks to the people running past in a blur,
As the sweat drips from his forehead,...

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Bermuda Triangle

This event was terrifyingly true,
Out in Atlantic, on the ocean blue.
It was ‘81, after we left Fort Lauderdale,
Hoping for happy Bahamas vacation tale
Aboard chartered sailboat, ketch of 52 feet,
Even air conditioned for the Florida...

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amusing apples how rather interesting
An algorithm is an acrobatic arithmetic on a mean ruler dancing across striped squared paper. Format is firstly founded. Then landing with the pen to form the shapes is always considered...

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If I could lose the weight of my arms
The warmth on my shoulders
The feeling of the beach molded by my back.
The whistling of the embankment’s
whittling sands 
and sloshing gusts of wind that slide over my...

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It don't hurt.
—Johnny Thunders, lead guitarist of The Dolls, last words

My ancestors are made of malt and barley,  
barely a drop of water left—  
Midas in jorts and Nikes,  
overplaying hands, turning...

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Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize Homo Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder

doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst

rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee...

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My hand splits the deck, divides the weight  
of galaxies and shadows, halves of fate.  
At a drive-in, the Cutlass grows hot; glass bursts  
like safety-grade stars scattered between laps,  
a...

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My dog's stomach sounded like a washing machine set on high and hot.
He was laying between my mother and me Off the couch,
but not because we told him to, the couch was too covered with...

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Tap. Tap. Tap.
‘Miss! You can’t stay in there. A cab has been rung.’
I pull the chain and open the door
 Unfamiliar surroundings

I wobble 
Thankful for the narrow corridors
Hands slap against the walls 
Walking with arms...

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I feel like a lot of the time...most of the time now.
Like there's nothing to be done.
Not nothing for you. Or for her.
(Maybe for her)
But for the key.
A key for the hands that turn.
(But they...

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My love...let me explain this situation,
I had no intentions of cheating on you.
I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
You saw me with her and it meant nothing,
I just held her for a moment in my...

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He loomed large, his white t-shirt bulging, 
his apron hanging off an impressive gut.  
“Keep stirring,” he said, 
slapping me on my back as he wandered off.  
Over his shoulder, “Just keep stirring.”...

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Today  is a  warm calm sunny gentle Winters day at the local beach.

Aquamarine blends into tuquoise then turns  deep blue ultramarine.

The gently  lapping sea  fades  into a misty purple...

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As the reaper approached, I lie waiting for death,
whispering sad goodbyes while gasping for breath.
In a blurry haze of awareness, I drift towards sleep,
as visions of childhood days in my mind slowly creep.
I hear muffled...

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A drop of sunshine broadens the ground and shines
like a coal upon the blazing street. And I am enjoying
the last of the wine which tastes as good as the
tree bark shoved into my heart.

The brown...

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He is making a mud puddle.
Jumps in, squeals, delighted.
Hey! There is grass on my legs!
Sure is, I agree.
I’m DIRTY! Said in an accusatory way.
Yes, you are, I say.
He jumps in two more times, sloshing mud...

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The arena is built lie by lie, sobs by sobs.
Names don't matter.
A game is still a game,
called by any other name.

Children with ribs like shattered shields
do not volunteer; they are raised for slaughter.
They don't fight...

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