Long Subscribing Poems

Betrayal (guilty as charged)...

within mine marriage,
and all the ramifications
that happen therefrom
courtesy the social media platform
of Facebook Messenger,
wherein those subscribing
to an orthodox dogma
may consider said website infernal
(even more despicable
then once upon a time
Old Rotten Gotham
sliding down...

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@one must have lived
on both' sides of
justice to be fully
exposed...gf


There are so many
     languages'
There are oh! So
many plans'
But, in this day of
confusion..
Can it really
stand....
     ------
Their are those...

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Dan Cwiak -  Dedicated to *** Constance ***
 
                    The Rambling Poet's work titled: Throbbing...

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Before diving into the music video ‘King on a Throne,’ above, 
I encourage you to first read the poem  ‘The Glass Throne,’, below which serves as its preamble.

Together, let’s shine a light on the...

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we have a tendency to develop a foolish pride when we see our name on anything
be it an award, certificate, team jersey or a championship ring
we think we need titles to feel important in life
but...

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Genesis received no love as a kid,
 Hated herself as much as everyone else did.
 Never understood how happy children felt,
 Never comprehend that she needed help.
 So she lived life with many insecurities,
 Fed...

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May I have the attention of the soup please,
some flies have been tainting and 
contaminating the contents, 

Some think they are been infiltrated by non paying members 
like myself, that actually believe if they subscribe...

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Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into...

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(KELOGBs) 

Stop now, the challenge tag. 
Your works are mere living snag 
Bearing the giant cover flag. 

Tracking down chances' wills
Exporting thy Awesome quills 
Into many languages mills... 

Someone using your head;
Imagine you lay your...

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When I get old
I will attain a clean heart of gold
as wise as that of King Solomon
until I turn the ripe old age 
of one hundred years old


I will pattern my life
after that of Lady...

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The Old Scribe

Memory in hand the ancient mariner of memories
Readies to recapture – to transcribe - in fading ink  
A whisper of recollections – one speck in eternity – 
Illuminated by the lamp circumscribing...

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New Years Day 2016
And the Luck of The Black Eyed Peas
Written: by Tom Wright

Jowl and black eyes with crackling corn bread,
This once a year meal is entrenched in my head.

This yearly ritual is said to...

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