Long Slurs Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own and remain anonymous send it to my soup mail. Enjoy!

Roses...

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#1
"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans.  Each whispered song 
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wounds  of the day"

Virtues are...

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“Never forget 
everything Hitler did 
in Germany was legal.”
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

drop by drop lady liberty bleeds
red on white and blue
common sense vexatious 
verboten spins askew 

“We can and we must 
write in the...

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Eric Clapton (born March 30, 1945, in Ripley, Surrey, England)
British guitarist who influenced rock.
Later became a famous singer-songwriter.
Clapton was born to a teen mom and a Canadian WWII soldier in England.
His grandparents mostly raised him.
He...

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A variation of a variation on a theme by Dr. Seuss...

The Grinch's twin brother lived also alone,
Because he, too, was supposedly bad to the bone,
And a sad tale it is how his heart turned to...

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Speaking With NonBully VoiceBoxes

Dissociative injustice,
like racist slurs and disinvestments,
retributive oppression
for not being SWM enough,
has ecological roots
in LeftBrain anthro/ego-centered fruit
of fragile disconnected autonomy,
against all competing odds
still struggling to win
against all other elitist competitors
for greatest capital gains
over...

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I woke up from a dreamless sleep 
My vision came through fuzzy and confusing 
A cold, sharp ringing painfully pierced my ears 
And irritated every sense 
The familiar numbness stung my brain 
And caused a...

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The Empirical Veneers of Decency and Acceptance

It’s funny how perceived intelligence 
Is not necessarily a measure of true smarts 
How the genius, the barrister and the eloquent 
Can miss the point from the very start...

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I have deleted the 2 poems I posted earlier today, and instead I offer what will be my final write.  I have read the comments on T.J's blog, written in defense of all poets...

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... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting...

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consider the source
could tell had been a big horse
could run a great course
(who we did endorse)
(in state of remorse)
(ran while in full force)

a place we would reach
where trump will have to impeach
contract he did breach
(terrible...

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mom always told me to be aware of my surroundings / especially if I ever found myself in  the  dark / if my stomach ever burned of a thing stronger than hunger /...

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I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've...

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I sit down in my cold, stone seat and shuffle sheets of music,
Arranging them in different ways from fast-paced to acoustic.
Spanning collective scales, bars and notes and lines,
I've read through them all before at least...

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I started my school years in a strict Catholic school
run by nuns and I was terrified of them
with their black hoods and caps
like death dressed in shrouds
and their stern faces and sharp words . ....

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Written: June 07, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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The Phantom Choir

In the quiescence of last Sunday,
Prophecy heralded the hour past two,
I heard...

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How can we not have this conversation
where footprints of the poor vanish
beneath the boots of investors, 
and the river sings only
to those who can afford its luxury? 

In Chobe, the elephants roam free, 
but people...

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MY AGE

My age is nothing but a number, nothing but a slumber that I can’t wake from, this is what I’ve done. I’ve looked around and found that the matter of the fact is life...

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I feel sorry for all the people in this town that look at me with contempt or disgust, spout homophobic slurs behind my back, and condemn my lifestyle. It's funny, because they almost never have...

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Worries…pain…emotional strain…
Thought I would succeed but have nothing to gain
Feeling so alone, facing the world on my own
Everything is all wrong when you’re...f u l l g r o w n…
My childhood passes me by…
…I...

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[Verse 1]
They built their fences high and wide,
White porches where their secrets hide.
Laughed in rooms where he’d never belong,
Called him Beast when he walked too strong.

No shoes, no name, just dirt and fire,
Scars from hands...

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LXII+ years old and he still carries a security blanket

Move over Linus
Van Pelt of Peanuts fame,
cuz yours truly
also psychologically lame
since prepubescence
mine noticeably long hair

delivered inner comfort,
yet found some classmates
calling me "hippy" by name
though other tormentors...

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There’s a political party
that’s just obsessed with race,
all their power is built on it,
it’s rather a disgrace.
It started centuries ago
defending slavery,
campaigning for long decades to
keep blacks as property.
And when some other people said,
“Maybe this isn’t...

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When mum would talk to other folks about her family,
She’d always speak particularly proudly about me … 
Of how I’d gone to grammar school, my bookish ‘steel-trap’ mind.
To hear her, you would think I was...

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