Long Subsists Poems

They met one summer’s end. He was in town
for not too long and needed to get back
to his own country. Meanwhile, he hung out
with family. His sister lived in that
small town, and he was staying...

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Ruse of the evil grimace also known as "Blondie"

A real hunter (and huntress), she stands five feet
and tips the scales at most one hundred pounds.

Despite looking like a little girl, her stock in trade
masks that...

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A THRILL SEEKER (PART 1)

He is a sick man with no life that is running around in a world that cannot be lived.
All but not one knows his dementia and does not respond.
He is defiled.
Violating...

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Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the...

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Last Trains at the End of an Echo
by Sy Roth

The Conestoga wagons littered the wasteland with their spiny bones
            in search of the comfort...

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The wolves race through the woods...
A melancholic night breathing...
The moon weeping its elegant light...
 As I drown in the lake of uncertainty...

A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A deceiver at command...
Portraying images of the divine...

The nature decaying to...

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(A lone voice whispers)

Did no one tell you that true
Magic exists

Just hidden somewhere deep 
In most societies

Sought after by convicts of the mundane

Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists

Whenever they're asleep 
In pain

Some crying...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A CENTIPEDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




I wish I weren’t a centipede, a lowly arthropod
I need a transformation into something much more mod
To obtain status, with a much higher species standing
Not be straddled with...

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my humblest apology if you experience addle brained, frazzled, harried, livid with rage akin to bing mad as a hatter gritted teeth syndrome when trying to make head or tails of confusing message, which essentially...

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The attributes of the Church is three: authority, infallibility and indefectibility
By the authority of Church I mean the right and power which the Pope and the Bishops, as the successor of the Apostles have to...

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This, as it is, stripped and reduced - undone by 
raging, torrential, opened senses;
To its elemental couplings of unbridled pieces.

Here is life, in towering, brindled expanse, that 
swallows whole all of the lightest and darkest;
Peaks,...

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Under a sun scorched sky,
I stood on the dust of your shores.
Before opening my eye,
to the wonder of your worlds.
Without perceiving the temple
I had entered to worship,
to your altar, I pedaled,
pleading case with trembled lip.
An...

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This is a spanking New Year,
A year to voyage with greed of peace and affinity.
Let not your mutable hate blind you from good
But be good to let your hate transmute into humane neighbourhood;
It is time...

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Written: November 14, 2023 For Robert James Liguori

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Sitting in my comfy chair with my injured knees
Insouciant...

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As a sweethearts crimson rose
True Love… within hearts... be-trolled
Each beat… is ever lasting… sweet
Mesmerizes two souls…

As passion… within overflows
Desires begin...  Exceedingly grows 
Just like… a moon lit night… shows
Stars sparkles with… twilights gleam

Within the...

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When I tell you that I love you 
I mean it like NO other

It does not come from my mind 
nor my heart  

But from deep within my soul


I love you with the innocence 
of...

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At the collapsing edge of the shrinking time 
in the fading gleam of the terminal twilight hour, 
down the misty memory lane masked by shadows,
I see me walk my adoring children 
on their changing contours...

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On a chain - I wear a cross.
Around my neck I do.
I don’t wear it to say, “I Am”.
I don’t wear it for you.

For me - it’s now a symbol of compassion and humility
and the...

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As a sweethearts crimson rose
True Love.. within hearts... be-trolled
Each beat.. is ever lasting.. sweet
Mesmerizes two souls

As passion.. within overflows
Desires begin...  Exceedingly grows 
Just like.. a moon lit night.. shows
Stars sparkles with.. twilights gleam

Within the...

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At the edge of the shrinking time 
in the gleam of pale twilight hour,
down the misty memory lane
I see me walk my children
on the changing contours of childhood,
hands held with paternal care,
with warmth of everlasting...

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I am a paling star to be washed out
In the dazzling brightness of the arriving dawn
A calendar that ran out of time
A broken guitar with strings loose

I will soon exit out of life
Like a man...

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As a sweethearts cremson rose
True Love… within hearts... be-trolled
Each beat… is ever lasting… sweet
Mesmerizes two souls

As passion… within overflows
Desires begin...  Exceedingly grows 
Just like… a moon lit night… shows
Stars sparkles with… twilights gleam

Within the...

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The whirlwind of time drifts my soul 
from life rooted transient in the present
to the distant desolate nowhere  
where I was once, but left forever.
That’s the fading past receding fast,
yet to be abandoned and...

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As thorns exist with the rose, or redness subsists with blood
The evil that dwells in hearts has its traits in the physique.
Though humans try to nip all negativism in the bud,
Expressions of the powers of...

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An expanse of pregnant clouds gather 
I hesitate mid-step in petrichor air
anticipating a breakthrough, a rumble 
the rain.

A lone desert tortoise roots for water
as he subsists on tiny droplets
he hunts for pearls of condensation
collecting on...

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