Long Stalled Poems

Despite the day-to-day signs of man’s bitter degradation, there were many in the South who somehow still failed to see the endless pain of segregation. From the viewpoint of those who never lived there as...

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"The Recalcitrant Romantico Sends a Love Note to the World"



There was a loophole in the contract
in fine print, when the final page was rolled back,
a sharp paper cut bled a firebrand’s life and a swollen...

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"Chaos Theory"



The Message is sent on a breeze
Fire eats the wounds of a Mother

Her skin blisters
cracks and peels 

Her children inhale a different pollen
Drones bark messengers like Bowie's Diamond Dogs

Tables now turn
machines are giving orders...

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YOU CLAIM TO BE ACE ROTHSTEIN A BOSS
COMMITING HIEST ON DISABLED ELDERLY 
PERSONS BREAKING INTO MOBLE HOME 
GOLF CARTS AND MEDICATION BOXES 
RETRIEVING ANTIDEPRESSANTS HIGH 
BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICINES HEART 

MEDICINES AND VIAGRA PUSHING THESE 
MEDICATIONS...

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It caters to an arrogance of hate
when war becomes a method of despite.
Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate
a dogma that defines inhuman blight.
The devil’s plan has given due consent
to let annihilation be the goal.
Let...

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He was there in the beginning
and through the eternal ending.

He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds.
They flourished.
They perished.
Flora, fauna, innumerable forms,
aeons of evolutionary warfare.
Extermination of the unfit
without the mercy of design.
Quadrillions of cadavers
paving a road...

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I walked a wooded path at night;
Down in the vale: a hint of light.
It shone as through an open door:
A faint, soft glow, and little more,
And sounds of bells, to my delight.

I crept up close...

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My bestie blind dated big Humpty
His hairstyle resembled Don Trumpty
He was constantly rude
Foul mouthed and so crude
No wonder she soon ditched the numpty!

10/15/18


Your bestie's blind date was a weird one
An hour of boredom and she...

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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy to summon the smart, south to Saturn where I rest...

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- - - An observation of true events - - - 
  - - (insatiable person's search) - - 

Aiming to embellish my identity 
Rural persona branches further 
Tight city existence not meant for...

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"The Day(s) I Saw That Fate Exists"

6/17/19 
"What Makes You Flinch" poetry contest
Sponsored By: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

Today began as most of many days do
Today I woke, a tad bit hungover

Opened my eyes, rubbed my head
Said...

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Reposting from my other page while I was lost in cyber space.


Where I Have Been



It's been a twisted messed up road ever since I slipped off track.
If the signs are right I'm reading, I guess...

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The Judas Scroll

Sometimes the night is laden with
guilt. The nails curse me. The
mob applauds like children
scrambling for the safety of

their lies. Your eyes curse me,
follow me to hell, hold you to
a lie that never lets...

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Where I Have Been



It's been a twisted messed up road ever since I slipped off track.
If the signs are right I'm reading, I guess I won't make it back.
It's been such an uphill journey I've...

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In June of seventeen seventy-eight
General Clinton led British troops north,
forced to abandon Philadelphia,
he now marched leisurely for New York.

He knew American troops shadowed him,
and he realized that he had a good chance
to draw Washington out...

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II.
The man said, “There is not much land these days,
it’s probably not a good place to stay.”
Sol said, “Ah, well, I’d been having that fear,
but I like honestly, I’ll buy the next beer.”

The off-putting man...

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Blurred speech, stalled hands and feet,                             ...

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We stood there, back to back, creating shadows in rooms the sun

dared.not.touch.


I could see eyes racing through breath and life stalled herself, time equated minutes with
the way my knees shook, and I counted the blinking...

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before many of us chose to walk on a sanctified journey in life
we were always frustrated, discombobulated and looking for a fight
the kind of fight that was fueled by jealousy, pettiness, anger and/or greed
but now...

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1. We are upstairs, rolling on a derailleur
much fun is timely prepared by fate’s chauffeur
rooms facing each other is the plasticine
the models of our contact is the icing
from her own end, she chooses my Tuxedo
and...

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Was it her or was it him?
Was it the mixed signals of dixie,                      ...

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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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Now that the rain is gone,

I can see clearly again.

I can make comparisons

 between the stars and your eyes.

Because they shine alike,

And both carry unsung beauty.


Like an artist takes time to perfect their work,

 so...

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(Isaiah 50: 4, 5 /  Song of Solomon  /  John 11: 23 – 27  /  Revelation 21: 3, 4)


Out of Cold Shadows On A Highland Moor
Will You Come Walking To...

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It saddens me...

       Seeing folks who once stood so tall;
        Still towering giants in our society.
      ...

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