Long Snap Poems
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Stay where you may lay.
Here you stay if you simply obey what I say
Obey
Obey me.
Now
Obey me now or else.
Why
Just cause.
You'll pay for this..
Fearless
Mortal..
I will turn you.,
Turn you on.
Off
Turn you off...
I forgot for a second that I hate you.
Why won't you just obey you.
What is it about you.
I can't believe you want to...
Talk
Talk to me about what?
My mouth
No I would rather puke
In my mouth
you.
That's what ,
Every time to speak,
You just want me to obey you.
I would rather just pay you.
I'm not playing any games..
You forget about the kids who..
Who you,
You don't show them how to be...
How to be wrong.
Vulnerable enough to admit
You are you and that's all you can do.
Most people just don't understand you.
You fear emotions.
Emotionless
It's common in the world
We live in
Fear.
But I,
I am
Always right here
That's a given..
Looking towards the future
When you will eat.. .
Eat out of straw
And..
Right before you die you will finally get a clue.
That will hurt more than
Anything you made
Us
Do.
Until
Death
None of us do..
Until you
Until
Admit your
I'll hold my breath
And when I snap my fingers
You'll always be just like YOU.
It's told late
I told you too late.
I didn't .
I
We are only and I.
You
The kids
And
You and I know it's only..
You
You are your you. You you you you
That sounds the exact same as me to you.
Me
Always and forever,
You don't know how to love; me. You really should give me a chance.
4-7-15
Ironic Zinc
(this is the unedited original; sometimes...)
Winkin Blinkin And Nod, Sans...
Wonderful World Of Dreamland Furloughed!
Hours elapsed since I did sleep off
and feed my belly from the trough.
What...the...creaking screech re: sound
ding, (an unexpected pro noun
sub bull mashup attributed
to partial government shutdown
point middle finger at dented prez clown.)
The night of my spectacularly
exhausting seventh birth,
I dreamt about an amazing fictitious place,
and taint nope pull lace on Earth
cozily warm like a wood burning hearth
where embers snap,
crackle, and pop with mirth
best show in shutterfly REM
hmm...memory wool worth
(at least for near future) stayin alive
whiskey indeed no comparison, dip pin dive
ving into subconscious realm, and drive
ving devotees mad, 'specially when bing
a barf hull lie ("FAKE"),
thus wide awake temper
aerily perhaps til five
(more minutes), when buzz zee as bee hive
honey combed noggin will cease to jive,
and crown jewel will suddenly seize
gnome hatter, hatter how hard I strive
to stay awake
for no particular rhyme, nor reason
won during, how far
this chap can push himself to break
king point, which presently me make
foolish poem just to slake
hun heed to slather palaver
which yukon leave or take,
since essentially nary a clue
handy dan dee blues zee drew
pea senseless blather
basically (AWOL) din flue
zee brooked stream of consciousness
writing whatever zaps glue
pee bobbing sponge with grayish hue
cranking out words as they snap,
crackle and pop to this Jew
dishy us scrivener knew
dulling in an attempt
to splash unexpurgated lue
nah see gobbledygook, yes
sigh hug gree quite loo
pee, yet this long
(in the dent chord tooth) fell hoo,
he experiences silly (NOT solid) state
ready to moo
myself to supine pose new
matter, an unusual burst
of energy recharged
ordinarily inactive cerebral queue,
hence maximization left no time to rue
rationality upended in
frenetic attempt to spew
until...capacity to type another letter
sputters, a dog send to you
and all otter readers within
the webbed whirled wide human zoo!
Christmas had no idea how she got that name, it was crazy to her.
She had a heart of gold, but she was an alley cat, simple and pure.
Younger kitties got snapped up by children with happy delight.
She got used to this and hid under green dumpsters, out of sight.
The coldest night in the world happened and it was terribly bad.
Christmas figured it was her last night on earth, but was in no way sad.
Life in the alleys was not easy; it was a fight to find lunch or dinner.
If she went on to heaven, she figured, she might become a real winner.
Some guy in a van put out a box with food, and a soft bed too.
It was a trap to catch her, but her running days were through.
I don’t care if he kills me, she told the mouse she had just eaten.
She felt defeated, deflated, sad, horribly cold, truly quite beaten.
She wandered into the box and heard it click with a loud snap.
She had an instant of thinking “this makes me sad – crap!”
But resigned to her fate, she let the fellow take her away.
A year later she is the happiest cat and it is Christmas Day.
For this guy named Pete loves cats, had tried to catch her for years.
She had been running from him, because of her childlike fears.
She had no idea that he was going to give her a home and a tree.
Where is Christmas? Grandma said rushing in.
Hey! Christmas! That’s me!
Written: June 30th, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Seth Pina
Underneath a veil of midnight choke,
A peaceful recluse is drifting loose.
Hungry roots in ghostly boots,
As blood-red clay morphs to gray
The winter cries from weeping skies,
Heavy prayers distilled tears.
A gleam in moonlight, a dream in sight,
The stars have bled where breath is dead.
Its sinewed trunk is deeply sunk,
Through ruined soil where shadows coil.
Raw winds can snap a broken jaw,
As trees run deep to hide a sleep.
Most sorrow a faded ghost now,
Reach out and touch a dead shore.
Underneath this clay of black decay,
Lost bones will scream and sigh.
A dying pulse makes night convulse,
Where fading sparks collapse to dark.
A requiem blows low with icy glow,
As blood seeping scars mock the stars.
Confess your sins where spoil begins,
For wood can hold the bitter cold.
Its trapped voice leaves no choice,
When winter’s wind proclaims it sinned.
Cursing in squirrel...
He's claimed the tulip tree for his own.
I've named him Putin.
He blames me when the petals fall.
When the weather turns foul. When the seeds are lean.
When sustenance heads deep underground.
He even blames me for his twitching tail and poor posture.
My roof is his autobahn.
It craps on my porch daily.
Chewed a hole in my gilded eave.
I once set out a live trap. And caught a skinny red robin instead...
From his tree, Putin twitched his hammer-and-sickle tail and laughed.
It's passed along the game to its progeny
They profit handsomely off my misery.
I patch the eaves...occasionally.
I think I'll bring in the steel teeth, put away the live traps.
And snap comrade Putin's little furry neck.
With no ballyhoo as the clock struck two
In a cottage near the edge of town
A maiden there graced with savoir faire
In a flash shot her lover down
A wiley gent from the county Kent
Known for his shameful reputation
Broke the maiden's heart when he chose to part
For another lass in desperation
The constable Green arrived at the scene
The smoking gun still in her hand
Had so many clues it made all the news
And drew attention throughout the land
With jury cast the trial ended fast
Then the judge made a public decree
This maiden there graced with savoir faire
Charged with murder in the first degree
Standing proud amidst the village crowd
Where she could hear their voices roar
Wouldn't bow in fear or shed a tear
When they led her to the gallows floor
Her neck would snap as the as they sprung the trap
All angels wept in Heaven above
With her final breath before put to death
I'm glad to die in the name of love
A wanderer’s life sets way for fable.
Each foot in mind amid a narrow fringe.
I am nowhere; treading where I’m able.
Left or right; an answer which twice depends.
Senseless; I cast myself upon the breeze.
An impulsive gambit one’s fears entice.
I’m he, who pokes the cat to steal the cheese.
He who blurs the line betwixt men and mice.
What character? What courage? Of what cause?
What interchange controls polarity?
Within resistance I find time to pause.
Standing in this void I find clarity-
What’s tried is true, in greed, soon you will find.
Blink not an eye; Snap! You’ve lost your mind!
I try to let all these
Crazy thoughts go.
The darkness is strong,
It pulls from below.
I'm haunted by the
Love in the past.
I think my heart
Needs a cast.
I try, it's just me,
On my own.
The demon inside lives,
She has grown.
I see the worry in
Their eyes.
I was never good at
Wearing a disguise.
All the endless words
And questions.
The voices and
Useless suggestions.
I exist, I'm not living,
I'm not dying.
I'm not selling,
I'm not buying.
This feeling won't
Go away.
I sink a little deeper,
With each passing day.
She put my light out,
She watched it die.
With every breath,
She would sigh.
The first blow rocked me,
The second did too.
I kept thinking that
This can't be true.
With the snap of a
Finger, she was gone.
I don't know what this is,
I want it to be done.
Turbo1904 ?
Get the light just right
The sun is blinding
First shot too bright
Let's try rewinding
In the shade
What a bore
"Is this the sherade
I'm paying for?"
Lighting is dim
Dial down the shutter
On a whim
Don't dare flutter
If you can be still
As can I
We can finish this deal
Before I cry
8 people cheesing
Sharp faces across the board
In the business of pleasing
Master this and I score
I lose light for this shot
I know you can't imagine
A job for a tot
With my little red wagon
The aperture skinny
To achieve this focus
Pay me a pretty penny
And I'll say hocus pocus
Quick! snap a solo
I want a blurred backdrop
Must change up the show
Widen my f stop
"What's taking so long,
Is this not your profession?
Are you doing it wrong
We paid for this session!"
Doctor... What's your name again
Do you have any tact
I have settings to tend
This is a balancing act
Have you seen my work
Did you not call to hire
Wipe off the smirk
Before your session expires
Hopelessness encloses, engulfing me,
As another dismal night drifts in—
Where the only light is the afterglow of the midnight sun.
I stand upon crackling ice, breathing in fractals of gelid crystals.
Soon, the frigid liquid seeps into my bronchi,
Leaching into an unrepentant bloodstream,
Chilling a circulatory system already collapsing.
A single crystallized teardrop spills from a weary eye,
While blindness claims the other,
A thick, opaque film covering what was once an ocean-blue iris.
Unable to speak, my silenced tongue weighs heavy in my mouth.
Bending on shattering knees, I submerge my hands in drifts of snow.
A burning intensity shoots up both arms,
Shocking like lightning through my nervous system—
Rewinding memories, yet they snap like an old VHS tape,
Crumbling to dust in this deadening dystopia.
Sinister snowflakes swirl faster,
Till I can no longer find a way out.
Heavy is the plight of a bitter martyr,
Lost among the frozen lambs I brought to the slaughter.