Long Stamped out Poems

Paris November 13th Makes Me Weep — Afterthought

The shock and tragedy of this most horrendous event of slaughter, murder, and unmitigated evil are indeed a very sad commentary on the state mankind finds itself in...

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New Horizons
One.
His lips kiss my skin
Whispering that I am not from sin
Words powered by artificial lust
Weaving lies into my vulnerable mind
Just to make me think it’ll be alright
Crimson regrets that line my arms and heart
Pleading...

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I believe in the bold tomorrow,
The theory of the radical way,
Without friends and follow,
Upon the past undone with sway.

The Bush’s read their bible,
The Clinton’s quietly prayed,
Reagan, the actor did idle,
The visit to the church stayed.

It’s...

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part 28

at least we know what to avoid in a civilization
hypnotism for one
and angst which merely resembles authenticity
by attempting to dissect the inconsequential
which boils down to the matter of
detecting the inconsequential in the first place
what...

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It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called...

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There was an earlier time
that came to mind
this day I heard dangerous fears and angers
called cowardice instead,
back 200 years ago
in the United States,
when Northern industrialists,
relying on southern cotton
to mill fabrics
clothing cotton-picking slaves
and other whiter folks,
joined...

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The human condition, a poem

Just me putting words on a screen again.. don't read into it too much; or do

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Half alive, stark naked and cold 
You bet you wish you'd paid attention
To all the stories...

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THE LIGHT HOUSE

The shimmering white beacon off the shores
Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again,
In restorations amber glow of hope.
For are we not the custodians of our own history.
Allow us to relight the spark,...

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I know exactly what you're saying..."It ain't right!"
But how many do you know as sincere? One who will put up a fight!
One as determine...Knowing despite,
Despite such obstacles we'll face, i'll California Roll right through that...

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You say you care about people black and brown,
And victims of war in every Gazan town.
But I doubt your heart, here’s why I think it a trend,
For so many downtrodden you're no friend.

Slavery in the...

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Since the birth of this nation, we've heard the tramp of boots,
As men marched to the cadence of drums and dulcet flutes.
Soldiers have worn them to slog through sand, surf and mud.
Alas, too many boots...

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To dwell among the ruins;
littered with broken bottles and flattened plastic cups,
stamped out cigarette butts
Cast off lottery binges,
crushed ghetto dreams and empty syringes
Poisoned by so many stings of inequality
Flickering opportunities ...
shed your skin, and perhaps...

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Familiarity, the bridgework of intent,
as common measures rise, or bring dissent,
I plead my virtue, cave to my insight
the road aspiring network asks invite!

Ah, but familiar were the sound of love,
that too would perish, as the...

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As the rain falls and the drums beat  the suns rays dampen and the sounds of battle quell. 
The sword sheath and the heart turns to mourning of the fallen.
Those still standing sway from...

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Lavish me not with any parting gifts
when I die
Give me no long goodbye speeches
with flowery words
I demand an eulogy of silence
Extol not my memory,
for I am just a mere mortal with feet of clay
now turning...

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so sterile  the keys as they 
punch, knock out their given slots, 
 each standing upright in line
 like good roman soldiers do.

 as resolute as stone icons 
formidable yet acceptable
 in all the...

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When I was a child,
about 5-6 years old,
a friend and I found a lighter,
between us a plan evolved.

We ran straight to our sandpit,
grabbing everything that would burn,
we stacked it up high and lit it,
together we...

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Down where the Camelia blossoms blood red
In the heart of winter, when others rest
Poverty is stamped out and all are fed
And red-breasted Robin has flown the nest

Few left to struggle with a cold winter
And family...

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I am evil while she is good,
She knows but keeps it in.	
I persuade the truth away,
Causing her to sin.

I don’t want to make her stray,
But she is ever certain,		
That I would never get her lost,
Because...

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When I was a boy I had a coin collection.
Each one a prime example of its type,
Worth well beyond the face value
Their small differences and minor flaws
Raising them in the eye of the collector.

In the...

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