Long Sporadically Poems

Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every...

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Social settings have stigma attached to this. 
Atmospherically climactic negative correlations sustain society. 
Civilized individuals are naturally monogamous; serially… 
On the other hand gender segregated facility.

Men and woman,
Penis and vagina,
Birds and bees,
Conditions and stipulations…

A rule...

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Back in two thousand plus some years more of five,
When computers I'd just met, didn't yet with jive;
When a computer was just a box of technology,
A box of fascination and luring like a giant mystery,
I...

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Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day
In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves
Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds
Naughty terrorists are like dogs, hyenas in vile forests...

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The winter solstice has passed, so the spring dance can begin at last,
and everyone is invited, from every tree as far as the eye can see.
To each and every flourishing flower, the buzzing bees and...

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Stan the Man--Stan Lee a DEDICATION

He who that says that he is I am
I am Stan the man
Stanley Martin Lieber was born on December 28, 1922,
In Manhattan, New York City,
n the apartment of his Romanian-born...

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                               Etched in Stone

In the...

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Der Wald ist ruhiger geworden,
auch in dem Tal ist Stille eingekehrt.
Die Bäume hüllen sich in Schweigen und warten auf das
erste, leise Weiß.
Vereinzelt ziehen Elstern ihre Kreise 
und ein paar Krähen rufen durch die Zweige, 
ihr...

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I grabbed my keys and stomped to the door.
I wasn’t listening to any more.
Why was he always so calm and RIGHT!!!!
I’d rather be out in the stormy night.
He spoke to me as I started to...

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I am the writer that you think I am

Sad words written on a lonely page sporadically through a sleepless night
Alike to
Tasty words poored out like savored wine that was aged for the same occasion
I don't...

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Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes...

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Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. By Thomas Carlyle

Incubus weaves...

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Watching the Perseids 

Each year August eleven to thirteen 
We fly through a cloud of comet dust
In those few days 
Watching skyward patient in the dark
Shooting stars can be sporadically seen
Without warning and at random...

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Written: September 09, 2023
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In the abyss of night, I'm held captive tight.
Addiction to idioms fuels my Phoebus fight.
I abide, vouching sporadically to escape,
From the clutches of zeal, I can't reshape.

But my quill rebels; it won't...

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Sun-kissed sand seeping warm softness through loose fingers
Gritty bits of sea worn shells clinging to sweaty palms
Endless stretches of churning salty skirts, swirling soft sand offerings
Timeless routine unless confined to an hour glass; then time...

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Now anger had come to penetrate me, and evil has come to kiss me softly...tension exploded my v***** to squirt waterfalls of mayhem. 
I try to close my legs but find that I have been...

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Written: October 16, 2023
Changed past Poetry Contest               Sponsored by: Fire Bird
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She stop mattering much this day----I'm not in the mood at this time----am I betraying the truth of how much she mean to me is the thoughts resting dead on my mind----we are miles apart...

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I gave you my body,
I gave you my soul,
I gave you my heart, 
Until we get old.

Your lies and the hiding,
Have all but nearly ruined me,
The lies and the cheating,
The trauma runs through me.

I caught...

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My soul is my muse
Poetry is the window to my soul.
Emotions tumultuous were its inception.
And being born on February 27th,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's birthday,
Sparked an interest as a youth.
Having a low self esteem,
Wanting to be important...

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It's midnight and perhaps late April,
The gunshots thundered sporadically across the roof,
Suddenly, an awkward silence crammed all the rooms.
Favour Akachukwu Onyekachi ran to the lavatory for safety,
But saw something creeping on the wall.
It was as...

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I held the strap taut, bowing down at the dirt,
six feet or more, the rectangular hole,
no sweetness or welcome, just earth on the lid
where resided the bones of the previous soul.

Lowered with care, my brother...

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The way of talking is exasperatingly bellicose.
The paradigm of longanimity has been dulled.
Presence, tragically, can't gather a full megadose.
Exceedingly, it is delicate and cracking cold.

I was prone to bouts of gloominess and fatigue.
More sureness would...

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The younger crowd will not believe this bit of lore I fear,
But operating vehicles was more complicated in yesteryear!
For example, to signal turns you hung your arm out the door,
And to dim the lights there...

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I am The Artiste. 

I draws lines by cutting carcasses, among other things.

I am the crazed dancer, down pouring a diaspora of red essence and entrails as I sporadically spin.

I am the antagonist; the anti-hero...

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