Long Stairwells Poems

I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to start motherhood!

NOT FOR CONTEST

WRITTEN on 27TH August 2016 BY JAN...

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I'm locked up how is it even possible to go lock down? But like clock work or a slave in debt to a master I do. Not because I choice to, but because I have...

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Unless…
        by Odin Roark

Seems just yesterday the sun arced
Over precarious ice
The street’s one elm
Leaned its naked branches with the wind Bringing winter’s announcement

A Coney Island cat crouched puzzled
Gradual...

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One man
Stands
Beneath his white helmet
And demands,

Silence.

Throughout Aleppo.

His stethoscope,
He attaches
To the dust
And listens
From his knees.

The man has
Ten fingers,
A dry brush
And a pair of pliers
To dig like an archeologist.

He does not have years,
But minutes
To search the ruins
For...

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Desperate Escapes
                          By Odin Roark

They see only what they need,
That...

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Welcome.
I'm the one they left behind.
An alter ego of sorts—
just the keeper, the inventory clerk,
interim ghost.

New items arrive every day—
spat out from my boss's pockets,
sometimes still wet, still ticking.
I stack them in corners.
I don't ask...

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I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns 
honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the 
phone when she called last night. Not meaning to clip the wing...

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Something about liminal spaces gives me the willies in a scary way. 
They raise the tiny hairs on the back of my neck by my C2-Vertebrae
I feel like an ominous evil spirit is going to...

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As my dream became lucid
I confront a two-sided mirror.
As my image in the mirror moved out of sync with me, 
I was forced to become the follower in the dance,
mirroring the reflected lead's every move.
I...

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Darling Angel, one whom never dwells
Thorn tipped roses laid in your way
Secrets held close whispering wind tells
Fearing the dark nay one soul will stay
Unabashing lies in your mind they say
Masked behind a face you've made...

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The Fuehrer Life raises up its rigid hand
Demands following promises you chose
Its the best thing you could ask for,
 the right to choose
Its what holds you back,
 the fear to lose
 to open the doors...

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How do I start retirement? With grandsons galore, cooking and cleaning, barrel of fun, and a runway to the twin cities. What’s next, you ask, on this escape from my library duty? Well let’s say...

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Third shift often referred to as the graveyard shift oh the company I keep through these hours covered by shadows.Souls to wander about at night the lost the lonely and then there are those who...

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