Long Summersault Poems

STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR

This journey has not been a fanciful adventure, 
we're all settlers in  these dynasty of neo-colonialism 
united only by what divides us. Victims, yes 
victims of civilized inducement, 
terms of...

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They walk along the corridors with heavy boots and tension burning in their shoes, their rifle is fixed across their chest in a special position and their bodies laden with weapon up to their neck....

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You have fifteen days to get it right, you have fifteen days to fight with all your might, the toilet is not flushed, my hair is not bushed, and there is no bread and butter...

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I didn’t know if I was going to make it through the night, my feet were as cold as ice, my heart was where it was supposed to be, but I had this strange premonition...

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Shhh....Ok, quiet down, quiet down; let me smash this clown.....

Ryan, kneel before your father, or I will pop you like a cyst!
Writing this slam I shouldn't bother, you're not even on the "top 50 best...

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REMEMBER  MY  VICTORY.
On  this  tattered  mat  I  yarn,
Bitten  up  my  rusty  thumb,
Reviewing  all  have  lost  to  dust.
This  sophisticated...

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The night started out as a gift, a fable
with doves blooming white and alive in the air
The top of the tent open wide to enable
freedom of wingspan exploded and bare
Elephant troops with red sequin blankets
sauntering...

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~Jules~ 
(Free Verse) 


Jules was a French circus performer who lived a long time ago 
He performed the first mid-air summersault in the year 1859 
Thus at the tender age of twenty-one he became known...

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November 10, 2015

If I were rich what would I have done?
I am thinking of places near and far
Perhaps a lavish mansion
Hidden in the heart of a mysterious land
Its walls build of Far East marbles, embroidered...

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Down in Hungry Hollow
there's a winding road to follow,
filled with trails of stings and nettles
lit by black eyed susan petals
Down this road you'll kick the dust
and breathe the roots of rotten rust
Shine the pebbles with...

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it's illegal now to be a kid
no matter what, once, was did
no longer allowed, they now forbid
put a sock in it, slam down the lid

there was a time, that many know
when it wasn't so
and kids...

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If I was part machine, a steampunk woman, or a steampunk dog, or a steampunk cat,
I would choose to have a machine heart, so I could be less soft. 
So my feelings would not get...

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stretching taut in summersault 
bending over the back bends
the ends of the middle
at the middle of the end

blinded blinders - the two-timers
left just right the hill climbers
seen clear as a piece of glass
left to see...

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Philae

oh rocky outcrop met
a place to rest my weary gear
a slow flyby, a spot to try
and allay the lonely fears

older now and some weight shed 
a bit of mass for wizened
a bounce, summersault, a slight...

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I saw him standing on the limb and I wondered about his sanity.
The last time I had seen Green Bat Clock Man was on my vanity.
I’ll jump! He yelled to the crowd of robins gathered...

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Love is a poison that kills the heart and soul, 
It forces the heart to yean for it's own death,
Beating faster and faster as the kiss poisons the body.

Love is a snake that coils through...

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Where did you see her? The North Wind asked the south.
The south wind was not forthcoming, for she trusted him not.
Seriously, I have never seen the leaf elf, the North Wind said. 
He was not...

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through the window i peered
intricate layers of lace
painted by old man winter
obscured my view of any visible signs

the snow outside was deep
but the emotions inside ran deeper

i remember waking Christmas morn
empty plate and cup littered...

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The kitty is on the throne! The kitty is on the throne!
Rye Roe the Rarely Roll! The kitty is on the throne!
I know he is having trouble saying his P’s, so I ask him.
The phone...

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Floating on sea of sunflowers,
Trembling in the summersault breeze.
Each sun of seeds uplifts my smile.
Each blooming orb, sets me at ease.

Trembling in the summersault breeze,
Vainglorious with giant stems,
Each blooming orb, sets me at ease -
The...

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I need no dog, the arrogant, annoying flea biter said.
He promptly did a summersault on his sweet head.
Well don’t look at me, said the old man flea Lee.
I am biting flesh right now, but no...

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The bottom fell out of my soul last night under the stars
And the big back nothingness that surrounds them
Shoved itself inside 
Where a smile use to be.
My world, so carefully arrange, did a summersault and...

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There are a bunch of silly billies
They do cartwheels on my fingernails
I am astounded; wondering how they know
I am not persnickety or in a bad mood.
 
Come on! I say to the silly billies
As they...

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