Long Sulky Poems

if you have taken the time to browse through this eclectic collection of self-indulgent foolishness, I hope you’ve been entertained by the quirkiness of its content, or at the very least, annoyed by the pervasiveness...

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Drain away the pain that I feel
Drain away the rain that’s real 
Frozen in fire of your desire
Stay a while longer and admire
The healing rain that drains away the pain,
Nourishing the grains of His fruitful...

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I found out, walking the difficult route,
That falling in love ain’t a friend at all
No one can hear my midnight shout, I’m out
Try to knock me out, but I’ll stand tall
Help is on the way...

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Living disobediently and having damaging depression was my past
I was an alcoholic drug addict that wanted satisfaction to last
I’ve been constantly abused mentally, physically, emotionally and in all aspects of life as a whole
Will I...

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Adolescent infatuations...never consummated

Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man,...

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Cuz god made me a Lamb CooCooCachoo,
And Blake a tyger with the potential to do.
I am one of the Unhappy; we’ve seen an unsettling light.
I made myself an Unhappy; I had to search for that...

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Witchcraft
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Dragon Slayer! Dragon Slayer! Just say it isn’t so! Just Look at that cutesy face! 
Behind the scary teeth, fire, and smoke… Choke…Ah… he’s gentle to embrace!
Moody, sulky, get even-ish, is truly he. But to...

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Thelma Leeson.......
is in a nursing home, dementia will take her,
 and I will recite this at her funeral.

Thelma Jane was a Leeson and she was premmie born
Size of a sauce bottle to a tent her...

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Our hearts of love is but a fire and ice I can’t suffice
It’s a kind of love, a type thereof, with a high price
A price, I, unfortunately, cannot completely afford
Not to mention all these sick...

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Love is won, then it conquers all through patience
But that's impossible without being kind
The two above build one to be honest
Suppressing all the feelings of jealousy
Silencing all tongues not to be boastful
Bruising egos that result...

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You’re too late to apologize to me

For your foolish, senseless decision-making 

Accidents happen, but you purposely

Lied to me in my face – teary-eyed, terribly shaking 


Can’t deny your lack of honesty hurt me badly

You wrecked...

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Black Poison 2

Black Poison was on Cubbie ,
the famous cotton station,      (just sold $300 million to the Chinese)
Bronco Don swapped him off, to a future relation
Bill Brummell wanted to try...

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What can move me now?

Like a flower I am stuck,
 in a hole, in a rut
And time will dig me deeper still.

When chattering keys
and computer screens
and the tease of free knees
about the library
are far too...

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(On 28 June 1914, in the Balkan town of Sarajevo,
an attempt to assassinate a royal Austrian duke
failed miserably ... or did it?  Gabriel Princips, one
of the plotters, stopped for a coffee and by chance
saw...

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they're not speaking to me now, the Muses; 
they're being stubborn, 
witholding information, like beetle-browed accomplices - 
their mouths pulled tight as drawstring purses. 
they sit on their twin thrones of epiphany and genius, 
smiling...

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3 holes Hut on Cubbie

Yep me an Sow the wild pig were,
Under the low set hut, yessir,
I was 12 months old, I be,
Nappies were short, so I had none see,
The piglet kept me clean,
Did he…

The...

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Marley Manor is that old castle-like Victorian high on the hill.
The one on West Minister? Yes. That’s the one. It gives me a chill.
Seriously, I would love to see; it always gives me a thrill.
I...

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On the streets clinging to cars,
Those smiling faces, sulky little palms.
Skeletal structures and lifeless gestures,
Declaring that even starvation is marred.

Pleading for some help and attention.
They don’t understand ethics or declension!
Crowding over food like vultures on...

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The declining years,dominated by sulky bone
When she endured herself as a crone
Yearned for gossips,giggles and grin
Chitter chatter and companion conversation about who would win
Asking her a recipe was a justification
To talk,to connect,to bridge the gap...

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Like his fathers before him, he was a tiller of the soil.
He loved the old farmstead that was built with sweat and toil.
He farmed with Clydesdale horse and cantankerous mules,
A sickle bladed mower, sulky plows...

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Simple were the things that brought me so much joy,
Growin' up on the farm as a Hoosier country boy!
Barefoot, straw hat, patched overalls and summer tanned,
As free as a soarin' eagle as I roamed that...

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He scraped the paint from his pallet and smeared it on his canvas
On his mind was a folksy sun rise
A glowing medallion, triumphant
Blazing in orange, yellow and red
Seagulls flying over the horizon bed.

Proud and satisfied...

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 Aub
Aubrey Gordon Joseph Mc'Govern 
by Don Johnson... 
he was born in 1895 to a land so different then, 
one of three boys born at Brenda station, 
near to Hebel up the river near the...

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Aubrey McGovern was never too fat or so thin
He worked very hard, but he had time to grin
His T model ford was a nasty mean creature
Jump into gear and could be coming to meet ya
He...

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