Long Snipe Poems

"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?"

There are rumours
about me, some 
come seeking me
with their geiger counters
and ouji boards
with their heart 
shaped planchettes

unanswered questions
in the woods, crackling
within the sounds of leaves
invisible dead things speaking 
underfoot...

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Through a wooded thick in a forest of New England,
There exists a secret circus called the Craft of Ringland.

Meandering through a meadow one night before the forest's mouth,
I heard a melody humming in the wind...

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USA Fourteen percent of the population 
create thirty nine percent of the crime
Fifty seven percent of USA male prisoners 
come from live's of poverty
Seventy two percent of USA female prisoners 
come from lives of poverty
The...

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They all kneel down on the temple floor praying to Allah for more; thousands of them dressed in long gown beating on the ground and their long beard soaked with sweat dripping on the mat...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a...

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The world made up this
The world is the reason we still kiss
And fck 21st Century Eden snakes
Thrusting with hard poisonous stakes

Fake friends smile in your face
But behind your back they still smile
Cause in their minds...

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The boys decided to have a campout near the Troll Lake ‘N bridge.
Everything was going wonderfully as the Trolls decided to join in.
Campfires led to marshmallows and s’mores that the Trolls loved a lot.
But they...

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King's forest and the Indian turnip like twain a good story never dyes blue                     ...

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Sitting on the back porch on a balmy summers morn
and listening to the music of the dawn
wondering who sang the song and where the bird is at;
reaching for my copy, of ‘What bird is that?’

But...

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Quotes from the 1960 movie, Pollyanna:

Pollyanna: Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people?
Jimmy: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree.
Pollyanna: You could also...

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Samantha feels like spider kill --
horribly alive, but stuck.
Stuck!
Inside the  web
functional furniture
desperate office art.
No windows, so no seasons.
Thank God her mind took protective, evasive
measures long ago.
She's unbudgeable.
She's prehistoric!
And it's a beautiful day in the...

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It's like a scene out of The Children of the Corn,
Sweaters torn when I head the SWARM,
Inside the inner city desert storm,

My spectacular vernacular,
and poetic style will flip you like a spatula,
I'm snatchin' ya, solo...

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When the woollen industry died,
the reservoir that fed the old mill,
became disused.
The water meadow at its head
became a swamp.
Developers,
who want to build houses everywhere,
take one look at the quagmire,
sniff the stench fouled air, and walk...

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At cockcrow, I head down to the river, forsaking my little log cabin situated in the dense forest till dusk, which was strongly built by my endemic hands. I have no compulsion for rods and...

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From premature to adolescence, but I'm still just a kid.
In the shadows of the underground, but you found me when I hid.
You allowed me to live, by giving me this ability.
Gave me this tranquility, offered...

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in the arena of battle,
t.v. on snipe

drawing his long sword from its sheath,
every inch cacophonously sharpened

sinister with geared teeth

nonsense forms from ancient bowels,
utterance of a lion woken from sleep

roaring out profanity and analytical resound,
playback of...

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Give them clear mountain lakes,   
And kid-friendly swimming holes,	
Rafts, rowboats, and canoes;        
Dads and sons with fishing poles.
Give them clear night skies,    ...

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Night's grassy fields furrowed beneath starry bait,
calls us to cast ourselves upon the straw,
above the Pointillist's daubs spark a hungry slate
to entice our soul while we chew our chaw.

Where we render ourselves like straw
we skew...

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So it seems to me that you do as you please,
as I run around pleasing you,
there's feelings indeed, I'm an "emotional trapeze",
don't bother conveying them through.

How dare I share senses of hurt that aren't rare,
while...

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She talks often of dusty surfaces 
and laundry, more
I think, these last months, of leaving 
the housework and me;
she tells in barbed epithets of 
past indiscretions and wrongdoings
attributed to the mechanisms of 
my capricious personality.

Each...

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A Shepherd's Day by Suzanne Alexander (SA)

Wee, from East then West!
Seen one side then Next.
Feel a beautiful day, start is laid
Sjoe, from sting of Ray.This said,

Baa, from Ewe - distinct face!
Moor from one side at...

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on the other-side of a grave wall 
there may rightly be a water-vessel 
that is chicken-hearted by birth  

there may not be around her 
a stretching of water-body 

do remember 
when we all went...

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Once a marksman was in the woods to hunt
He met a snipe as he was on his way
Snipe said “don’t hunt my kids if you confront 
As they have gone in the forest to play”.

"Alright,...

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Once there was a marksman 
He was in the woods to hunt
He met a snipe as he was on his way.
Snipe said “don’t hunt my kids if you confront them”
As they have gone in the...

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"Nugatory" my teacher did decry,
As she threw my story up in the sky.
"Why must you write and hand in futile tripe?"
The comment itself, an offal snipe swipe.

At the break, I rushed to the library
To find...

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