Long Stifles Poems

The Good Girl

Penny has always been a good girl, now she is a good wife. She lives in a good neighborhood, drives a nice car, has two perfect children. Her husband is a doctor and...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: Tongue-Teasers - XLIX

« Third Degree » is when you add « Insult to injury ».

If you take everything everybody says with a « pinch of salt », we’ll soon be able to drink...

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Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul
Scenes of biblical abominations troll
Inky are the hellish horizons appalled 
An okay is needed for anything at all 
Manipulating truth determines your life
Erasing individuality is part of...

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I made you a vow of paradise
Though I knew I could not find the time
To show you how much I cared and treasured
The sincerity of your love and devotion;
I wanted to take you to my...

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Against a willowy wailing backdrop of inner chaos,
an indignant incendiary mask stifles the simmering cauldrons,
of a stoic stage clown post lachrymose performance wearily stunning yet stung,
or the surreptitious posture of the laugh it off as...

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As I sit in crumbling sand, that’s laced between my toes,
I wonder.
The gentle breeze caresses my cheeks,
whilst the wind plays daintily with wisps of fringe.
Faces are but a distant silhouette in orange hue.
I watch as...

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Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war,
never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial
complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied,
openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send
best and brightest, or even those boasting...

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Champion of Creative Freedom

The mind is a boundless realm, where thoughts take flight, 
Craves the open sky, bathed in freedom's light. 
Confine it with rules, a cage for the soul, 
And stifle the spark that...

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FOUNTAIN : LIQUOR BOTTLE SHRINES...

Intoxicated and driven,
Staggering to a higher purpose where they buy their souls
Meeting with their Maker as they peak and overflow
Seeing all these empty faces file in and out in dance to...

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Time is a fickle thing for those
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The Passing of the Lord, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s La Mort du Seigneur by T. Wignesan

Lord ! I’m unable to think of your passing without crying
I count the flogging blows I rain upon you
And despair...

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“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing 
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree” – line of inquiry


Reflected in the...

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I used to have a house guest
And he never helps me get
Things arranged, didn't clean
Up behind his mess
of hopelessness, depressions, variances and stifles
Live before up on a shelf
Didn't care about others nor anyone else
Didn't have...

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By day she goes about
the weary business of her dreary life:
a housekeeper, bookkeeper, shopper, chef,
   chauffer for two active teens, and 
hostess of her husband’s dinner parties
      ...

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the “neutral”

the bigot walks around the empire
head held high
worrying not in the least about the rights of humans cohabitating 
with the rest of us &
as long as the bigot’s opinions are not called into question
s/he...

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The Dark Ones dwell in the midst of various realms, constantly performing despicable deeds of disaster and destruction. 
 Their presence creates an atmosphere of unrest that stifles imagination, obstructs creativity, and discourages production.
 The...

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I won't be obedient,
I'll be defiant
Of laws that have no compassion.
I won't obey laws that condemn man.

A law that stops beggars begging,
So they can't eat a morsel of bread,
I'll not tolerate as I won't see...

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THE EYE of I

What is life? What is love?
The eye of I took it in…
The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and gorges eye engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines
places...

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Africa the continent…of incredible wealth …?
Through exploitation, corruption…and stealth…attrition felt…?
Called the mother land…are you a fan…?
The significance of tribes…the subject of their lives…
The stark of their marks…to the ranges in their talks…
From the spears that...

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POTW 12th May 2019

Thank you for visiting my third Visual Video Poem, more or less a continuation of my previous poem – ‘The Dreamer’
(I invite you to view the complete production effects and the superb...

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When the wayward mind is unsteady,
the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity,
unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul,
unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordid goal.

Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire,
where...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed -...

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Today

Times have changed from yesterday
when our problems fit neatly on the Sunday paper, and when we put the paper down, we could block it out. That stuff happened to other people...not us. 
We could put...

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Where Should I begin from? My words are like scattered stars,
The fingers rummage for words. Pen is rent asunder. It runs away from me, in reality

I return back to nostalgia; the dead dreams are still...

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Little sweet Lucy..four years..so small. 
Her pink teddy bear.. and her Barbie doll. 
Pushed strollers of fun. ..in traipse of malls. 
Then a Topsy turvy evil.. stifles her a thrall. 

She cries, " Where are...

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