Long Tatterdemalion Poems

Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be...

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Today I am Broken, Today was the worst act I have ever committed in my life and the natural painful escape he made leaving this shell of a body I could only imagine your flawless...

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Proempoem 
Proempoem

CharlaXFabels

Beginners Luck

Tatterdemalion

SeventyF

 Over 1000 poems and now seventy eye have been searching for a definition of 
mye stYle
a rendition if you will of a different simpler time
a fabel maker a story teller not just...

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Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
      oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class,...

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Nothing is more remarkable than my pen with which,
      this poet comprehends her muse,
in flowing poetry:
           a destiny that...

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Lemony pines spring from my Summer mind,
dangling their scent, like Christmas ornaments.
I close my eyes and follow the sapphic breeze.

My bronze feet bounce through the mossy sea.
Feeling giddy in this faerie paradise.
I dosado amidst lichen...

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BOX OF CHOCOLATES 

My heart aches for those who vanish —
a variety like chocolates, melting
into vanquished existence.

First and farewell - those lucky
who have died, without having
their names besmirched —

the young and old, the hospitable
and the...

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Horatio Hornblower adored her,
from the first time he saw her.
her hair all amiss.
tatterdemalion jeans
kissed her, before his lips touched hers.
the nose ring would adorn her
before his diamond would cruise
aboard Cara Caraneena’s finger.

She loved the gray...

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On days I read…
   O dread
      The poets are dead!

A taste of bitter
   A tatterdemalion squalor
      A thread

that dangles
  ...

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...
.... 
.....if you truly searched and found me not
for five weeks.
I'm sorry 'cos..
I fed little or no poetry.
stories are meant for the tellers
this,  as accorded :
my muse bled painstakingly 
I wasn't just robbed
my gadgets...

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“When we contemplate the globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an...

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Dirty, tatterdemalion in appearance
He's clothed in worn-out raiment, his hair unkempt;
Perambulating through concrete jungles with...

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Three bangle bracelets
three initial charms, discrete
July birthday gift from my grandkids.
Three bangle bracelets
initially a set complete
until one bangle hit the skids.

Searching for a small bauble
proved very unsuccessful 
December has too many places.
Searching for a new...

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tall, proud emerald stems like the West Witch’s guards

ruby-throated hummingbirds click in a homespun garden

tornadic spin thrusts homes, hither and thither, like flying brooms

strange snow lingers like torn pieces of Glinda’s tatterdemalion gown

a tin can,...

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