Long Spends Poems
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Lo, Meursault, the hero, of the novel, 'the outsider',
Is spun by absurdity, like the web of a spider.
Neither religion nor society does affect him,
Nor does anything like Faith and Hope make him sing a hymn.
Takes truths compatible like peanut, jelly, or butter,
Or simply interchangeable like a knife or cutter...
He admits his widowed mother in a home for the aged,
When she seeks his filial fondness he's fiercely enraged.
His mother's demise, like an orphan, does not affect him,
Not mourning for her, with his girlfriend, he enjoys a swim.
He's not sad, about murdering someone, for no reason,
His darling finds another; he doesn't feel her act treason.
He spends his time in prison working, eating, and sleeping,
He lives like a wooden log; no system; no timekeeping.
He takes his capital punishment too, just like a feast,
One could see his existence ending like that of a beast...!
08 May 2023
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Here is my dreamiest, dream job.
I will get to drive a fire truck and use the sirens - all the way to work and back. The gasoline will be paid for by my company.
There will be no committees, and no paperwork. No one will be required to do anything they do not want to do.
Everyone will be the boss of themselves. We will get to design our own luxurious offices. We decide what our work is.
The woman next to me is designing houses for people who do not have them. I am running a creative writing center slash art studio for pre-teens and full teenagers.
The woman who envisioned this company pays us what we decide we are worth. My best friend spends her day in an enormous greenhouse creating hybrids.
We eat a family style lunch and brainstorm our terrific ideas with each other. There is a lot of laughter, the walls exude joy. We want to stay late.
We have a hot tub, a swimming pool, daycare center, school, and arcade on the premises. The school is manned day and night, even weekends, so our children can go to school and learn geometry or psychiatry, or zoology at any age. All they have to do is talk to the teacher. They can go to school on Saturdays and all night! They love school because the curriculum is designed around their interests.
We can play whenever we want to play, swim whenever we want to swim, design whatever we want to design. Supplies are unlimited. Paper, pencils, coffee, fruit snacks, lunches, and suppers, are all free.
We design our day the way we feel it should go. My perfect career makes me feel respected, and is fulfilling in so many ways. My friends are here, and we help each other so often, they are my family; I am part of theirs also. We each have an apartment if we want to live here. It is soundproof so we can sleep at any time. Naps are encouraged. The perfect workplace. The only time we leave is to worship, because it is strongly encouraged to get away for one day and worship the deity and religion or non-religion of our choice.
All gorgeous babes, “Made in U.S.”
But minds, oh my god, a mess
Pontificating, pointing fingers
The oozing hurt that screams and lingers
They’re on YouTube and TikTok
To share pain and talk, talk, talk
How no good men are out there
All men are evil, they declare
Who pays, for what, then when and why
Don’t fit the mold? F.U., goodbye
Love’s now transaction, what’s my cut?
Became so common, it’s a rut
Demanding dough at every turn
Big bucks he spends, or else he’ll burn
Capricious, dizzy, double-faced
Girls call for power, to be chased
Cannot accept what men are 'bout
Disliked one word and all’s in doubt
No patience finding kindred soul
So used to play the boss’s role
Surprise-surprise, men walk away
They seek soulmates, not being prey
Someone who’s kind, warm and sweet
With whom to make one’s life complete
The fruits the feminism bears
It’s also truth of life that bares
Be strong and pushy and demand
With dreams of home built on sand
The men are moths and women – flames
Don’t this work well with angry dames?
As age progresses, panic struck
Girls, mend your minds, else out of luck
Traditions worked for thousand years
Embrace them, cast away your fears
To have man’s back and fire going
Instead of nagging have love flowing
Men - simple creatures, fielding calls
For hearty meals and hollow balls
A ‘thank you, darling”, “you’re the best”
Shall stoke romance, preserving zest
Men don’t need much, but not the fight
Home’s place for cuddle and delight
Hey, babes, surrender, get embraced
And may your family be graced
Sept 25, 2025
The celestial light is about to go and escapes;
As dawn enters, and cover it with darkness.
She was able to finish mysteries, with less air to breathe.
Rosary is on her side, and then closes her eyes and fall to sleep.
White candles from head to foot that ignites
Then I am on her side, quiet, so quiet…and bleed.
I am thinking of angels for it is six in the afternoon.
Maybe she is now with God; she is now on His side… very soon.
I smell the scent of the flower, but not the scent that I love;
I saw it holding, coupled with beads wrap on her hands.
Then suddenly I saw more in whites around me;
Her bed is white, dress up with white;
Even flowers that I don’t like to see...all are white.
Maybe because that is color she likes, she likes white.
She spends nine decades and a half, of her life;
While she was with me for just a decade and eight of years.
And beyond the years to live without her;
All sorrow and silence of everywhere.
I saw may people wants to see her and looks at her closely;
But just a distance… for there is a glass that divides.
She doesn’t mind many people, she just sleeps in peace;
And at night she knocks on my dreams…
“ I have to leave, just take care of yourself…you will learn how to live!”
Then she smiles, and bid goodbye…
I am still sleeping but with a teary eye…
Wants to hold her hand, but could not reach …
she is clothed in white,now can fly.
Two years ago, I gained a family of friends,
it's with all of you, my spare time spends,
Your poems have been an honor to judge,
from this great place I just will not budge,
It was here that I first learned how to grow,
only here can my own words freely flow,
Another awesome year with this creative group,
just happy to be in the mix of our Poetry Soup.
I joined this site on August 7th, 2013. Its only been 2 years, but it feels more like 10.
This has been such an amazing experience for me. Thank you all!
Written - August 7th, 2015
An American Soldier
A 20 year old veteran sits on the sidewalk
His legs blown off in the Iraqi sand
He obeyed Washington when they told him to fight
He killed when he was told to
He served his country the best he could
Now he has no job and no home
Most people walk by him without a glance
He collects pennies just to buy a hamburger
Money given him by people driving fancy cars
He spends his nights in a shelter
Sharing a room with drug addicts and lunatics
The government doesn't care about him
He lost that when he lost his legs
He will continue to fight
He will fight for food or a bed
He will fight to keep his dignity
What little dignity he has left
He will live and he will be remembered by someone
Maybe by the person who gave him 25 cents one morning
Then again maybe no one will remember him
After all he was just a beggar on the street
And who remembers them
Codified Law Verbal Allowance
Apartment owners defrauded address
Have had this happen by treasury notes titled homeless and homelessness and other synonyms and iterative advertising.
Homelessness Fraud and Corruption Task Force itself is a possible fraud board of trustees in time?
In actuality legislation passed deed in correction of surplus backlog for economic equality
No smiles no spends.
Above acquisition and mergers possibilities is appropriations committee in the Senate
Tip element constraint in finance
Speculation.
Return efficiency in manufacturing equals profitable research allowance of investment thoughts, free thoughts only.
Ownership of rights is not a liberty in market Theory.
As one pays in full for a plot of land with structure, one remains bound to commodity exchange indexes.
Real estate developer is labor construction.
Attempt at extraction in labor market creates decline in structural integrity of note in treasury calculation. Tracking the market.
Reconstructionism
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Stranger
I never really met him
But I know him
I know his face in profile
The furrows of his brow
I’ve seen it enough times
At Barnes & Noble browsing Asimov
I’ve seen him
Leaving the loft
Watched his hands
Holding the door
For his momma at the beauty parlor
He always tips the stylist who frosts his mamma’s grays
The other day I just missed him
Leaving the last row of the church pews
The handout he left behind was still warm
His pencil still on the floor beneath the ancient wooden bench
And on Tuesday, I watched him do a coffee run
for the guys at the office
I know it was him
I floated in on his Perry Ellis
He takes his coffee black with extra sugar
He goes running on Saturday mornings rain or shine
Always listening to Miles
I still hear the bass echo in the trees
He has his board meeting
Every third Thursday
I know ‘cause he always picks up his dolce suit
Every third Wednesday
Then stops for a fade
Spends an hour with his boys
If I time it just right
I might get lucky
And bump into him
Accidentally of course
I betta’ do it this Sunday
‘Cause this Monday
Is his first date
With the chick who frosts his mamma’s grays
She sits on a stone on top of the mountain gazing at universe around her, a cascade of mountain stands in front of her and the trees between the mountain stand like brave soldiers going to battle.
Everything was big and vast and the image of a woman pops out of the cloud holding a baby and looking at the world; layers and layers of Mountain stood firm and honor her with dignity from the ground.
The mystical clouds in the skies continue to drift by and the people at the gate created a commotion over a man that stole his lovers identify.
He was driving her car and he hangs out at the bar, and maxed out her credit card. The brawl went from the gate and ended in the lane, fist and stick, punches and bruises land two contenders in the hospital bed.
Their broken jaw and broken nose spilt blood in the bed and the doctor had to perform an emergency operation. She saw it all in living colors from the mountain. Her mind is sharp and she can predict a situation before it happens.
Her journey began in the African jungle more than thirty years ago, when a tiny observation of a single blade of grass led her to discover some mountain horse.
Their eyes were like blazing fire and they had long feet that could leap over a six meter barrier, they had the mannerism of an unfulfilled wife and the countenance were like a manipulating man but they were far being human.
Their thick white hair stood firmly like razor in their back and their feet sounded like an army marching around the track, their movements are swift, their precisions are sharp and if you observe them in the dark, you will discover the secret to caves.
Their bodies are laden with symbols and their eyes are sharp as eagles; she spends hours talking with them while she bushed their hair and oil their curious bodies .
The sage you see on top of the mountain is not a run over, she has knowledge and wits and the spirit of a fearless warrior.
The mountain sage is waiting for you, if you count from one to three your dreams will come true.
Toro was waiting anxiously at the local
dog shelter, with sad lonely eyes. He paced
back and forth, as the days passed him by.
If I wasn't a little Chihuahua, maybe they
would choose me then. I rather be a strong
German Shepherd, because they always get
picked, and my loneliness, would end.
Oh, oh some people are looking to adopt!
They are walking by my cage, oh no please,
notice me, please stop!
They walked by Toros cage, as he wept and
let out a mournful sigh. His little heart was
broken, as he was not chosen, way deep,
deep, deep inside.
He would start to tremble, from all the
rejection he felt, when he was looked upon.
No one wanted a puppy trembling, thinking he
had something wrong.
The expression, "Every dog has his day."
came into play, on this special day. My wife
Judy and I saw him shaking in his cage.
My wife said. "What's the matter honey are
you feeling cold?" She raised him up and held
him, what a happy boy!
Toro's eyes lit up like the brightest sun. His
tail was wagging, as his heartfelt pain, was
healed and gone.
My wife said, "Michael this one, I have to
have." "A wonderful choice honey." I said.
He wouldn't sit still, as he was full of
excitement, as we were taking him home. His
little heart was pounding so fast as his
anticipation had grown.
He ran out of the car like he had been here
before, and waited for us, to open the front door.
Once inside he met Saranac our cat, and
ran over to meet Lily May our terrier, my wife's
favorite brat.
He spends his time given us his loving doggy
licks and impresses us daily with his fancy doggy
tricks.
My Toro now runs around like he owns the
place. Every once in a while, he gives the
paperboy, a couple of barks and a little chase.
He follows me now wherever I go, and bites
at the flies, that fly around his nose.
Toro brings us so much joy, each and everyday.
" This is your special home, my little friend, where,
you will always stay."
Michael Tor 9/14/2015 My pet, Contest. Sponsored by Broken Wings.