Long Syncope Poems

News release woman gets only 
four years for stabbing five people 
with a large butcher knife saying 
I’m going to Mort you why would 
Wisconsin concealed a butcher 
knife dangerous weapon out the 
hands of...

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It was something about my murder my abusive husband the arson murders victim nine homeless man FBI questions my fear reaching out to FBI agents something is very wrong I know my husband is going...

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Unquotable quotes: The How of Democratic Kill - IXL, Part Two

No, tell me not my vote now does not count
         (Shakespearean Sonnet)

No, tell me not my vote...

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FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION 
INTO CORRUPT OFFICERS SELLING 
DRUGS LED TO MY WEARING WIRES 
PREGNANT BEGAN 1985 ONGOING 1988 
REVISED  NON REDACTED INTO 1994 BUYING 
WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI THIS 
LED TO...

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The year of covid landing in my household after a stroke severe underlying conditions asthma afirbulation cardiovascular attacks quaritined home schooling throughout the entire summer online reading programs high school graduation were basically drive bys...

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MY DESPERATE PLEA FOR HELP REACHING OUT TO FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AFTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS ARRIVED TO END MY LIFE I CONTACTED THE FBI BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE...

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A cat sniffs the crooked brown dough of the sullen moon;
The tempting smell of warm bread seems held by a glass sky
Old age, carefully steps on the glass, always ready to cry
 Like they`d learn...

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Laying very still actually afraid to move my head unbearable headaches after two strokes severe anxiety syncope fainting spells my husband rushes me back and forth to the hospital I felt horrified anytime you have...

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Written: May 20, 2024

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Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway
sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell 
splendid summer shorelines spike
summertime spousal...

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I swear to tell you the truth 
Nothing but the truth 
But your heart is so feeble 
And your spirit so brittle 
A whiff of it will make you syncope
A little tyrant I am glad...

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Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme

A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in adnomination

Display streams of collective unconsciousness un-trapped by stirrups and reigns

Apposition knows no boundaries...

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How shall I refuse what I am now?
And even if I would not be a specter,
Whose shameful fists rake the 
Chimes of your darkest night,
I’d still breathe the venom through
My thorns, and be undead…
Just hurl...

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Lifted is the fabulous February’s cover,
And I have seen you scantily dressed,
Now I see the buds & flowers all over,
Then by the wild winter camouflaged.
Cool breeze sends messages caressed.

Blame not if March makes me spree...

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When the wispy willows wave
and the voice calls from the grave,
suddenly you're not so brave
in your damp and darkened cave.

Seeing things that cannot be,
defying logic, totally,
knees now feeling wobbly,
tilting down toward syncope.

Can you deny what...

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