Long Smokescreen Poems

"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves...

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(This is a Blog)
          How about a little humor, for we as human beings need it. For it is recorded, that
even God himself winks at this...

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You smelled of a glass half-empty and poor choices,
Truly just another one of the voiceless,
With a stomach full of nicotine, and the breath of smokescreen,
One strap too tight, and one too loose,
Was it pleasure or...

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Again I wake in this wretched place
Where the devil glares with grimaced face
Reading my heart, stripping it bare
Savoring the scent of the secrets there
I'm slipping and sliding, the ice too thin
Carefully creeping, lest I fall...

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Plague of lies,
froggy croaks untrue
Swarm of flies
surround Capitol dungHills
Infectious hope buzz kill:
Leftover piles of shill legislative bills
that don’t do  do right

There should be no nose mystery,
stink of deceit fills the land

Brown lip locust wings
avarice...

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11/6/22

Still I struggle to find the words
As I fight the urge
I'll either go under a tidal surge
Or make it out in the end I might emerge

Everyday, I've been getting carried away
Just putting myself closer to...

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No one can understand you, because you're not your typical run of the mill
it's all due to your philosophy, a mind that thinks but a tongue that sits still
years quickly pass you by, finding yourself...

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This time, I sing the praise of ecclesiatical love.
  Though not esoteric, thou  followers never allow
to think it beyond the sinister bodily move. 
  O' never touch it, that is a sacred...

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Temple of the Gods


Within the realities, unseen deified admits a parallel preen
A shielded smokescreen for their succus is made unclean
In the matriarchal machine a throne tallat for the Queen
A calumnious convene in illusions that dered...

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from “i” to “we”

the independent, unique, ambitious 
individual
who lives for the day &
spends their time squeezing the nectar 
from life
defines themselves on their own &
is known to their friends, their workplace &
their family as
a person...

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VIRGIN

Virginity made a promise to always remain a virgin
It’s all pride and dignity; so careful, least all will cave in
She got the deep well locked; not even her fingers can go in
She describes it all...

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she reaches behind the smokescreen

of her sunken eyed curtain veils

films of tears void of translucence

stoke reminiscent ashes that trace

another blinding thick-skinned defeat

hidden by camouflage and smears

touched up campaigns of bravery


her retinas a web of hallucinations

illusion...

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Spring is back with its unmistakeable intoxicants.
I stand, once again, by a road that leads to another day.
My mind hums ceaselessly, one day at a time....
A cobbler displays his craft on my shoes' ruins,
With funny...

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No Apologies
By Kevin Robey
March 17, 2013

Overdue apologies will never come
You’ll never answer for what you’ve done
You left me in a state of disarray
There’s nothing left to really say

You saved me from that hopeless misery
Then you...

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I have known pain.
How to hide it as I live with it
Stuffed down
The muffled sound
Of objections to be silenced
It's latent trait subject to violence

I wait for grey skies
And hope that it will rain
So that my...

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The uncaring profession is thriving once more, 
no more laid to rest it has kicked down the door 
and exploded again into all of our lives;
political cut backs with blunted old knives. 
The tax –payers’...

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Staring at the stubborn facts
I stand face to face with a sneering fate
Legalized pot. Transitive 
Bondage sold as liberty
Man made destructive phase
Don't lie to us as if we're back at puberty

I see you Bobojan, hiding...

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Through thickening haze,
I hear your voice call my name, 
encouraging me, words beating 
with my heart, guiding me home
as I stumble and crawl… 
lost in a winding maze,
blinded by a smokescreen haze.
My life falls off-course;...

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Goth Girl, ebony black, manners slack, hit the sack
Gothic, Hispanic, remote chic, slick, sick
Goth Girl, non- conform, nonsense, hence
Gothic, lick lick lick, slurp, chirp
Goth Girl, tongue stud, bottle of bud, I could
Gothic, unromantic, drink quick,...

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The Queen has answered her ancestral call
England is in sad reflex to her nightfall
My condolences to the Royal House
For Her Majesty can no more live within the House

But her legacies which make England proud
Will in...

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Inspired by a storyline from a show.

Not everyone's childhood is a blessing. Some of us learn harsh lessons. It makes trust and honesty high priorities. 

Masters of life
By Michelle Morris 
02/07/2023

You're looking right past me
I...

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Have you heard who’s coming to town? 
Why, she’s only the very best actress in around!
She can make you angry,  make you cry
She can make you laugh so hard you’ll wonder if you’re high
Always...

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Behind the Smokescreen

Smoke screens on all sides;
Makes for hidden truths and purposed lies.
Imperfect vision clouded by events;
Distraction of human common sense.

Storm clouds, fog, and rain;
Confuses the masses in disdain.
Step outside the modern realm;
To stay is...

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We talk poems, or poems talk us,
The talk is submerged
in everyday speech,
it is always writing,
always traveling on the breath
always announcing from a mute heart.

Try not to be bored,
with the seemingly,
mostly mundane ripples
atop of much deeper...

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