Long Sours Poems

as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to spare) –
with the world on OUR backs... ah! the burdens...

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“I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed” (Sonnet XLI)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair,...

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It was tranquil sultry August, and the birds were singing,
The insects were all buzzing, and toad frogs were springing.

And I was deep in the mountains, taking snapshots of nature;
For I felt I was a good...

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I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.

Gold days were full of my bloom designs, each one so original and unique,
Just as...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim filled long, chaotic days, of colorful masquerades and fulfillment,
Like Sleeping...

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I was four years old with a non existent dream
Just a lonely kid, tryna fit in
And in. between the times when I'm showing up at school
I was with my friends, and I'm acting like a...

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I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon.

I studied sleep patterns too, like vivid...

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False promises and bold faced lies
			From leaders we call men,
			Too foolish, vain and unwise
			It’s the election blues again.

			Feign to believe the web they weave
			With patient ears we listen,
			Future balanced if they achieve
			From deceitful eyes teeth...

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Been at the Uber game since 2019.
Got in the booming gig work scene. 
Needed a part time job outside retail. 
Something allowing me to write my tale. 

Giving me the chance to pick my hours....

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Once when I was younger,
And still had my burning hunger
For finding things worth my while 
And hopes for things to give a smile, 
I won’t say I was lied to, as much as I was...

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You have a choice
To fall prey to that demonic disease
And stay victim held captive
Where it keeps you with ease

You have a choice
To follow static conclusion
And exist under asphyxiation from
High powered inanimate pollution

The tone's about to...

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After the five days of sweltering heat
I look up from my writings
as the sunlight falters 
and the skies begin to darken.

I step outside and gaze
at the lowering clouds,
feeling the wind freshen and gust,
tussling my hair...

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The price we pay for our freedom is not contained in a man’s wallet,
Nor is liberty a currency found in a female fancy Gucci pocketbook.


It’s not in anyone’s liquidity portfolio investment bank records,
Nor is it...

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In the hall destined for silence, where no word incarnates into awakening,
A desolate abode, where the heart rests free and in falling.
Torn tears flow, rivers of troubled and sluggish melancholy,
Thoughts that hunt me, that follow...

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A Heart Without Love
Is A Decaying Thing
It May Pump Out Blood
But It Can’t Pump Up Dreams

It May Sustain A Beating
But It Can’t Keep Hope
A Heart Without Love
… Cuts That Rope

A Heart Without Love
Is A Pitiful...

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using his nack for being
a leader.
he organized a power group
to lead his following
throught the changes that
would cause him
to be seen as Talus one !
He appointed someone
using the vision and goals
set forth by the visionary
Leadustry, he...

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The liquid is sharp
sweet the Pulse 
the flicker and the light
that keeps in time 
With the driving rhythm 
A sound of feeling 
the rage 
the Ecstasy
Pump and hum 
the drink is cold I feel hot
the...

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Let Jacqueline, Jacque, and sophisticated Parisians rave about the Eiffel Tower
Romantic poets write in egregious excess of their cozy, intimate leafy bowers
Leave scientists and paleontologists to their study of fossils and dinosaurs--
As for me, nothing...

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RECORDS OF PAST HISTORY



The past wasn’t all that great and the so-called “achievements” - say - 
Of the past pale when we compare them to our capabilities today.

Egyptians built  the fearsome Great  Pyramid...

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As we’ve aged (tried retirement), sleep-patterns have changed.
I am staying up later! Sleep gravitates, ebbs
less from forces that rule in a drive to work job
(where one must leave home’s relative bliss for eight hours)!
You do...

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The Lord came down and walked among us
and His own creation did not recognize the truth
for they are drunkards on the  lies from man
that sours and rumbles the belly to vomit
only left to seek...

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I’m broken
Not too much has been spoken
Of my alliance
Towards the silence
Evening corrupts me
Bleeding disrupts me
Contemplating the ending
Of relationships bending
I see sours grapes
Beyond her drapes
Of her eyes
In disguise
I have not feelings of remorse
For it was a...

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Sure as the wind blows through the air.
It carries my soul which is locked in life.
It carries across many continents just to get to you.
It sours high as an eagle as it crosses many blue...

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Why does my soul not conform to the social standards that society and family set before me? As if I was written as a chapter of a different book and thrown amongst the scoffers. Or...

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Every time I turn the radio on I hear a feller's plaintive song,
About his achin' heart and how his woman done him wrong!
How they once held each other close beneath the harvest moon;
Now, he sits...

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