Long Ten lines Poems

Acid reflux ~ very early morning March 3rd, 2024

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus,
resulting in heartburn, meanwhile
disrupting pleasant dreams,
which phenomena also known as 
gastroesophageal reflux (GER)
found me discombobulated 
and swiftly...

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Acid reflux ~ early morning August 9th, 2022

Ah... nothing more enjoyable
than acidic gastric fluid (bile)
flowing backward into esophagus,
resulting in heartburn, meanwhile
disrupting pleasant dreams,
which phenomena also known as 
gastroesophageal reflux (GER)
found me discombobulated 
and swiftly tailored...

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Tribute to “The Day Before You Came” * by Bjorn              
in the first 1982 ABBA version 


The day before yesterday 
You came...

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Great songs
On your day
In your own way
May your day be bright
Filled with special delight
Let your burning candle shine
From your yum cake royally dine
May your family and friends enjoy
Your birthday with a great poetess friend 

Now...

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Strophe

The polygamist had a big house                             ...

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To die an old man, tasks left on slow burn, 
And as fake coins do, get reborn ‘pon earth; 
Work harder still, more mileage points to earn, 
Which, heaven calls goodly deeds well their worth,...

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strophe

I stand on the snow covered mountain
Colorful vase of flowers
Slopes  with flower beds laden
I saw the snow lotus flowers
I asked, “Why are you all alone here?
Beauty is meant to be adored.
Should give yourself to...

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All time comes to an end. 
Eternity is a matter discussed quietly among the flawed, 
in an earnest effort to find peace. 
There is none, there never was, in the dead man’s march. 
Only His...

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Such tearful words said at my sister’s wake,
      her short life, beyond my comprehension.
          I try to stay strong for my...

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I created one type of writing in the form of a prose and a poem combined.  Very similar to the Japanese version of a Haibun, only that in this type of writing I need...

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She spent
her evening with a
friend named Jack.  Jack
stood out like a volunteer, making
no apology for himself (though he forward
marched through her life like a
soldier's foot-stomp parade,
minus pomp minus
circumstance).

Jack always
took his possessions at
first ever impulse,...

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Wreckage-Screwed X Contest

            Believing in you caused wreckage in me
              ...

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             The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
             Hot breaths...

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Before the world’s foundation, God kept me perfectly in His plan
To be born in His year into a loving family of Asian clan.

Nourishing me in His entrusted home to learn multi-tasked roles
The Lord nurtured my...

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Not For Contest

Note-Again Connie reads the contest rules after she writes the poem,
missing the fact that the poem should have ten lines or less. I told you
I'm walking on eggshells.






Why do all the chickens lay...

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My only dearie!
In you, I live my world so sweet.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty,
In my heart your love grows like planted seeds.

Happiness is what is seen in your mirror.
Even if your love keeps...

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I suffer in poverty for lack of baroque emotions;
glimmers to decorate my eyes would be an anomaly
as deja vu smiles blend the grays of going through the motions~ 
I am poor but for the rich...

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*Written for the Ten Lines From Ten Poem Poetry Contest on Poetry Soup



My tongue, the warmth, my eyes close again.
I breathe steady while I blink consciously, 
       chocolate on...

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THE AVANTE-GARDE OF VELLUM AND INK 

The avante-garde of vellum and ink, like Cupid’s bow and arrow,
Carte blanche to choose the muse we love - imagination’s marrow.

Bullseye of introspection, a deep inkwell — my bona...

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I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence.

    Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk -

      Notions, plans, dreams, impulses -...

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Dormant eyes that never sleep only find their way to weep,

A broken heart on the mend upon silent solitudes that extend…

My gentle soul enslaved in exile as tears deluge my fragile smile,

Abandoned oblivions in their...

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"And so being young and dipped in folly, 
                          ...

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Fourteen lines limit a poet. But

One line can say it all.

Two lines may seem like too few. While

Thirteen lines is playing it rather safe; wouldn't you think... 

Twelve lines are commonplace, not to mention a...

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It was as if someone had turned on the light .
I must have been about ten years old when my Mother sent me to the shop.
She liked Jim Reeves and I went to pick up...

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