Long Survivor Poems

Verse 6: I've given up love countless times 
I needed to pay up for my heartbroken crimes
I already repented for my sins that made my high hopes paper-thin
Don't you feel that envy from deep within?...

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     "Oh, indeed she was, young man ... I mean Greg. It IS Greg, if I recall correctly?"
     "Yes. Or you can call me True Friend if...

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A born lioness
my untamed heart.. ha! 
wild this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became a paper...

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Dwindling Family

To get a little
Live a life of fair balance
Giving in like kind.

___________________*___________________

Who was next to go... his memory brought up his twin sisters
Yes, so rare as their birth survival was…

Coming as they did together,...

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I was born to be a survivor and a fighter.
That's why I became a writer.
As a child the physical abuse I endured.
Being a baby it was pretty absurd.

The child of recovering addicts.
Even one that still...

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Once wars were fought with sticks and stones
to flog the flesh and batter bones
and conquer lands, defending thrones -
though gods provoke, not one atones. 

The multitude (by hordes beset
with battle-ax or bayonet)
braved blades, dyed red...

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Again the alarm is set.

Strawberries, date squares…Yum, Yum.   

The alarm rings again. The tea party is over.

 She returns to her perch where her wings are immediately clipped by the Bald Eagle who...

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I killed my friend,
I never wanted,
Do not see me cruel,
I did it for love.
We both ran naked
Under this influential shower.
No one uncoupled his lips
Against this faint madness,
We were indebted,
Either had to earn the prize.


It was...

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Happy is he who isn’t led astray
He walks in happiness in his stride
Tranquility is in His Word today
Here, I lay in silence in which I hide

Blessed is he who doesn’t speak with ungodly men
Blessed is...

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This course will encourage aspiring cooperative economists
to distinguish between mean national incomes
and global median incomes,
with diverse long-term capital growth/evaporation trends
expected.

First,
imagine USA mean income, including investment income,
could approach $500,000 for two-parent working households
per year.

Are you kidding...

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How interesting. A contest about Afghanistan.
Afghanistan sits landlocked between Pakistan on the East
and Iran on the West with a population of 39 million. It's enemy          ...

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Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay, near Sea Point, where he attended his first schools: Ellerton...

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Which are your points for living
if we all die into cold leaky stink or ash anyway?
What's the point of dying
if we could otherwise live continuously?

Heading down the river
on AAA rite of ritual passage.
Six years since...

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"The Forgotten Legion of Rose Thorns"



Reversing roll calls
the Anti-Hero 
jumps through 
burning hoops
instinctively

bathed in the magnum glow
designed to fire cartridges
with a kick like a field gun
a bloody victory 
is eventually won

lacking conventionality
novel and picaresque
placing bad...

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When you told me..,,


When you told me you had cancer,
 i could not believe it.
My little sister is poorly and I wish it was me.

You told me not to worry then you said.
“ I’ve got...

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Raise me up to His healing stream 
Don’t adhere to crazy-chaotic Calamity, my dear
Make believe is a dreary, dragging dream
Thrive to survive, my darling, and have no fear…

God is here 
Christ will rise 
I will...

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I feel like hurting myself, I’m sorry, Lord
Don’t know why I feel the urge crawl into me
With crooked, malicious, wicked discord
I need scars of soaring, eager sympathy 
To be my shadow beneath me
I love the...

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The Job

I got a plane to catch in the morning.  8:15 AM out of Austin, destination Orange County, CA.  Never cared much for California and I don’t think anything about this trip is...

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I seldom indulge in letter writing 
Because I consider it 
To be a cold and illusory 
Means of communication. 
I will only send someone a letter 
If I'm certain it's going to serve 
A definite...

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Everything went silent as I turned to break the news.
Glancing ‘round I found a desperate look on every face,
And when I tapped the microphone to check that it was on,
It almost seemed as though I...

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Morning unfolds me into 
its warm and accepting light.
I sweep my front porch, read to my boys, 
walk the dog. I let the breeze blow my hair
and rustle my skirt into fluid waves
exposing my beautiful...

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Plenty of sleep, no more tv, the wars in the Middle East
are resource wars, disguised as religious debates.
So Dad would say.

A beautiful winter day, hunting
season. A Gun In Every Home, in light of U.S. mass...

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or

a quick cruise on the highway to Understanding 

"behind every survivor of a transport truck crashing into the rear of a vehicle
 is a totality of natural causes rather than a 'supernatural' intervention."
  ...

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The Snowflake That Sank The Titanic

It all begins with a single snowflake,
(Each one in itself unique)
Brought about through evaporation,
And returned by the force of gravity
In the form of snow to the planet,
To rest on the...

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I'm a fairly active charter member
of Connecticut's Medical Marijuana Program,
qualifying because I'm also one of the oldest HIV+ survivors in the U.S.

In fact, 
not a single cell within my entire organism
would have been brought to...

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