Long Sulks Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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I wonder what happened
to deep metric learning

That The Autocratic Man
who cannot even run his own corporation
to benefit a healthier planet
certainly does not know how
to preside over executive functions,
economically empowering
and politically enlightened,
of a safely co-invested Nation.

I...

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There dwells another man in my mirror and it’s not me
The obvious differences, between us, I want the people to see.
The man in my mirror  is bitter and sulks all day and night
Have tried...

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I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected...

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The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile.
Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire
as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair.
Why does he...

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(literary nonsense)
the winter was so long ago, burying the world in snow
rabbits hop where rabbits go, here i sit to-night
and the day i hath long dreaded which hath left me much beheaded
worn my sanity unthreaded...

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You bought the ticket, so let's take a ride
I promise not to leave you unsatisfied
You may want a life vest and/or bear spray
And abandon all hope as you enter the doorway...

There's the part of me...

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The Shoshone bargain their horses like apathetic bankers,
what we all have in common is constant starvation
and near death stumbles, several times this month our pack animals
have slipped and fallen on this treacherous route,
in the Bitterroot...

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FLYING

Before I ever thought of age
I dreamed of running through the woods
And lifting my feet from the ground and flying.
Only a few inches up, not over trees.
But yard after yard, gliding into Spring
And never falling.

College...

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I never understand why some people
use ‘cowboy’ as if it were an insult.
I think they’d prefer somebody who
in the background cowers and sulks.
Someone who goes along to get along,
and never dares to buck and strain,
but...

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Stress is a fact of life: new beginnings, vanished resources, and unexpected endings. 
Despair debilitates; destroys one’s delight without warning, woeful worries gripping.
Ask…shall I mope around mulling over my ills or shall I let God’s...

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On the bed, my ginger cat settles
             onto a pile of clean laundry, dryer warm

Feline steady stare, resolute 
    ...

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She fell from the light, into a world shadowed in gray. 
                       ...

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Refrain:

Beware ye netizens
of the internet troll
dare not feed it.
just sigh and past it scroll

I
There dwell within the internet
A vile creature with a rash wreath
Who spews their venom
From between their buck teeth

II

"Just ignore it!"
Can we get...

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Effigy formed of inert dust, 
Inhaled the divine pulse, vile vine  
Infused with worth and dignity. 
I'm not! I'm not! Fallen from grace; 
I frown at my rueful bungle.

Sad to strut, my honor swishes...

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im so affraid to loose him he means so much to me if he were to leave im not sure id know who to be he has bceome a part of  me and i...

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Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Ramzan Karim, Darjeeling.
+91-85096549585
A sudden jolt

This is a tale about a cluster of hopes and burgeoning despair
Tossing and toasting flinging blankets
Wiping rolling down tears with his sleeve 
Countless hours flew by this wakeful...

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In the path of sundust
multicolored dancing particles
he sits, sulks, mutters,
dust gathers on his wheels

The daylight taunts him
beyond the glass defense
pulling on his emotions
as the heat sneers sarcastically

One finger is reaching
rubs the bright colors of
his motionless...

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Confessions Of A Poet



As the dark hour slays the great setting Sun
earthly fires in the nether regions flame
The poet's heart must see both to have fun
words spit forth earnestly but not a game
Slashing  one's...

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Held captive and caged
in a tin shed,
an old steam train sulks
in its own stillness, a relic
from another age.
Its skin is cold and hard
and has the smell 
of vintage grease. 

The fire that once blazed 
in...

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A passenger opposite me
In the bus looked at me
His bare face, a rough feeling worn 
How may change, with that my own

Looking at him and a small smile by my cheeks
Stagnant image sulks and my...

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As the Sun sulks in a somber place,
shades of alabaster mask His face.
And like banshees crying out all alone,
howling winds bring a chill to the bone.

Freezing temps take the fun out of play
when blustery winds...

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He sits and waits and sulks
as the clock strikes
and on they strike
and on he called to do no wrong 'in judgement,
in meteyard, in weight or in measure,'

And Oh! the boy thinks he see's this,
but his...

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They win not by victory o'er their enemies,
for their enemies are invincible, yet they fight:
aging can be resisted, hemmed in for a time,
but its rolling is relentless, thinning the skin,
shrinking the brain, thickening the arteries....

They...

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It is cold tonight, the winds fingers have 
ice on their tips. They run down your cheek
and arrest the colour, leaving them pale, 
pale as the stark moon that sulks the sky.
I walk with the...

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