Long Suspicious Poems

My protagonist today,
a Gay Black Religious Mature Male,
not quite ready for silver-grey Obama temples

Is off this morning
to a new full-time job,
8 to 5,
Monday through Friday.

He has been out of his calming,
regular custodial collared routine,
for over...

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Come Down
by Michael R. Burch

for Harold Bloom

Come down, O, come down
from your high mountain tower.
How coldly the wind blows,
how late this chill hour ...

and I cannot wait
for a meteor shower
to show you the time
must be...

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While family Mingled with one 
Another and strangers the party flowed 
Smoothly. Music was enjoyed.
Everybody indulged. With a little 
Champagne some wine and juice.
The bar also served smoothies.
Adults mingled. Delilah Mallory 
Mother Daughtry and Amaliah...

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One day not so long ago 
I walked
Never alone
For the world 
Is always my home

It was a late
Spring snow
Yet I felt
Invisible red roses
Offering sweetest perfume
To my nose and soul

There’s such warmth 
In snow-filled winter
No bitterness
No...

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Be Embarrased by Arms

The right of a person to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed upon when in a
well-regulated militia necessary for the security of a free state. In other words, if 
you...

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My wife and I met more than a few of this type of “shifty wheeler-dealer” during our many years dealing in antiques and collectibles.

           ...

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In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a child with her husband, Peter B Perfekt.  It was...

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The day after the mutiny incident:
DJ again pitched his idea. 
He gathered the Older children 
Again, "Okay everybody we have
To make up to Dad Ma and Auntiema.
Today."  The children remained 
In the large kitchen...

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Every day, ‘round 8 am, I climb up from the subway and pass a guy - a blind guy -  who is there to beg for change.
But one day, as I paused to watch...

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‘Round eight o’clock this morning I was sitting in our kitchen,
Wondering what the best way was to occupy my day,
When, “Wha’d’ya’ want for breakfast, dear,” Connie suddenly asked,
Which took me by complete surprise…I didn’t know...

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I suppose
cannibalism
is the logical conclusion
of rabidly overpopulated fascism.

Some cannibals,
perhaps all,
ate their human prey
not for typical nutritional reasons
like other forms of digested nature,
but more specifically
because those dining
hoped their prey's sacred powers
would thereby become their own,
conjoining for...

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Modus Operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths

They are all around us, seeking to destroy us,
if not to kill us, to maim us, for life
physically, mentally, emotionally
morally, financially.

They are the psychopaths and sociopaths!

Now psychopaths are rare indeed,...

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Betty was bonafide crazy. She had shot her husband after a night of drunken quarreling, and was in the state mental hospital instead of being in the slammer. She'd shot the louse in the stomach...

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This is dedicated
To that man who expresses love through hatred
I'm tryin' to make it clear that you leave scars everytime you say ""
If you love your woman, why do you beat her?
Why do you mistreat...

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‘Twere me an’ Ol’ Dan, on a cold winter night - whilst ridin’ the streets o’ McGiven  
Who noticed a couple o’ fellas ride off from the house where the preacher was livin’!

Far as...

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Date: April   2051

Dolly was beginning a slow panic.
"Alright this can not fail! "Where are
They now? The wedding is tomorrow!"
I wanna call Virginia make sure their
On the up side at home. I I can...

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The Tyrant

Was born ginger
and learned WhiteRacist
from Dad
dead now about a year.

Possibly opioid addiction
but certainly something
in growing families
of yin-suppressed
self-medicating
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant's also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year...

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March 10, 2051  Monday
 
So diary today Monday I woke late
For work. I thought no problem I just
Call in. I called Mister Idris Moorah.
He said, Diondra I'll be brief. We're 
Downsizing, you're laid off....

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Dolly woke first kissed Damian 
On his cheek. He was still asleep.
Today was July 27th  Dolly 
Thought, "Oh my Goodness."
"Today is me and Molly's 
Birthday. Justin and 
Jordan turned 10 in April. Now
Me and...

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This is, obviously, the 2nd THIRD of this lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts. How fun...
   The 1st and 3rd THIRDS can...

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REVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


A revolution is much deeper than what the eye can see 
An opportunity to rid the land of despotism and tyranny
When any citizen can expose the enemies of the state
Present and judge valid...

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In passionate psychology,
powers of proactive compassion
are generally thought of in personal
and familial
interdependently relational
perspectives.

In political science,
large-scale powers for proactive compassion
resist reactive competition to merely overpower the opposition,
preferring pro-active energy for liberal love
constrains against investments in conserving...

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Ace colonoscopy doctor Kellen Karl Kovalovich

revisited January 23rd, 2024
on the evening before yours truly
(the one and only Matthew Scott Harris),
a stand up comic wannabe, who
historically heartily hales 
from Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
undergoes oh joy rapture colonoscopy.

Three days...

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Yesterday,

I went home for lunch,

I never go home for lunch.

When I got to our apartment 
I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key. 

Francine was at work and I always leave last in the...

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Everyone’s life’s really tragic it seems,
There’s just not time friend to live all our dreams.
While you may try to keep stiff upper lip,
Gravity’s plotting to just sink your ship!

Wonder why some people’s face sports a...

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