Long Snarls Poems

When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled

Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two...

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Phobias
	A Bluto is not that Disney dog
	It was when a mewling 
	that I would scream 
	Should they wet my body
	And then apply cream
	
	Ablutophobia – fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning
	
	Achluo the demon that lurks
	In darkened...

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Basil the Bogomil and his good friends were preaching the truth in all its light, about Jesus Christ’s mercy in the world’s pitch darkness. Though they harmed no man or creature, asking for no riches,...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to break my fallen spirit.
In mocking voice of Shakespeare's Hamlet, I...

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If I could no longer write poetry, I'd have no need of hands, 
nor eyes weary from weeping, a heart that lies broken, 
and a soul dead from mourning.      ...

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The majestic and Angelic Iris

The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul...

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The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul that bow before her.
The...

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America
I´m here to bring you
What you don´t need
Another heartfelt poem
Another heartsick plea
Worth less than
Chewed gum
America I’m tapping
At your window
At 3 am
With a bag full of
Sour wine
And a shopping list
Of grievances
America wake up
It´s me and I...

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Written: November 27, 2024, For Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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Whimsical...

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In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls,
Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls
One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears
The other, a vicious shadow, barbed smile and pointed...

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Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,
he’d always excelled with his mind,
but finding like souls to fit...

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In raw dawn I emerge
crow-thoughts
pecking skull-bone
black as plowed earth.

Farm-stench floods –
dung, hay and blood –
primal musk of life
and death intertwined.
Yet in this first breath
of day there’s a peace
and so stillness
rising from the land
like a satin...

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Of Cars in Malaysia Part 1

In this part of the world where I am at, a motorcar is every somebody’s must have…
Simply because reliable and regular scheduled public transportations is not as we should ...

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I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.

"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare...

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A hiding place, a warm and darkened room,
A lit doorway, bright against the dark,
Cold against the warmth, a frame for odd
Assorted stranger-forms whose faces loom

As quarrels over (what?) convulse and rend them,
Leering laughter giving in...

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I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.

"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare call...

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Every morning at a quarter to six, I can hear my he him trotting down the hallway to the bed where I lay, shriveled up under my weighted blanket, so fat and un-tall.
There’s a part...

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"NEMESIS"


 “Where do Angels go in their dreams?
They go where wolves go to catch foxes, 
venturing forth out of small caged boxes
to the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods” 





NEMESIS
is watching her
from his dreams
prowling soft Silver...

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The sun baked down on our Karoo town
It is dryer than dry; not a cloud in the sky.
No one in the street.
Nothing moves in that heat.

It is the end of the school holidays
Nothing to do;...

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The dawn spoke her name like a silken secret
carried carefree by the tradewinds of lust and larceny
imported from the traderoutes of paradise and pandemonium, 
sequined with violet venom she venerates the virtue of volition
her love...

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Moonlight oft softens the summer night,
but comforts are few, in the deep of night
when winter arrives with its vicious bite,
and we shiver to see our world turned white.

Winter is cold, starkly black and white:
be it...

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From my window, darkness was quickly descending.
Costumed creatures were walking about, pretending
to be goblins and ghosts, expecting me to be scared
and totally freaked out, for which I was not prepared.

I'd been warned about evil spirts...

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Chronicles of a long Distant Race

I arrive amidst all the chatter and confusion
that seems to haunt all pre-race activities,
friend greeting friend,
club member greets fellow member,
New shoes, shorts and shirts being shown emulously.
Profusions of Vaseline used...

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BEWARE the BEAST! She bites! She Snores! She Snorkels!
No wonder Dragon likes her so much! She also Snarls, and Drools!
No one dares to wake her up… After they’ve done it, a time or two.
Yes! This...

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Resounding echoes awaken the child
demons in the attic beckon unto him
stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest
shivers vibrate rusty springs of down

footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards
while steamed filled pipes play taps
a somber teddybear snarls
causing...

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