Long Thrash about Poems

dear poltergeist
     as I compose this letter to you
   I am tired
       but you are not

       ...

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I hear the drums of my heart, loudly singing for my dreams to execute. I remember when I was little; ‘the greatest writer’ was my cadence. No, I haven’t forgotten my rhymes; I have just...

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Wriggling my way
    across the page
    I thrash about,
lost by perspective and
    challenged to
    summon only
    significant
passions expressing clarity 
    of struggle.

The knowing face of
    immortality proffers
    gracious wisdom
from antiqued parchments to
    reassert with
    fervent hope
more than just meter or instinct
    until I find

Ezra Pound in...

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In no real sense is he alive:
a wind-up toy, personified.
A message bundled with a drive,
he neither eats or can divide.

Two hundred million like himself,
each one distinct, yet all the same.
Possessed of vast genetic wealth,
new life’s...

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If you want to avoid waking up to a sea of Rubbish in your lounge,
You might think about Turning off your TV  and internet,
Before you turn out the lights.
And if you want a comfortable...

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A gutsy move to say the least,
A desperate reach to say the most.
There's nothing I can say right now,
If I'm to meet my greatest ghost.

This feeling of the ending near,
Yet I can't seem to lift...

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While I sit here, distraught and destroyed,
while I thrash about, weeping for all that we were,
while memories make my eyes overflow with unending tears,
do you even bat an eyelash at the past?

While I walk alone,...

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I think of death and wonder,

I think of death and wonder,
What would it be like
To depart this life?
Perhaps to drown?

Ah yes, to drown
To choke, to gasp,
To feel the flam in my throat
The Water in my...

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Pick a Title – Wild Is the Night – Sponsor: Edward Ibeh 1-9-25
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Wild Is the Night

Night wakes
In atonality of imploding infernos
Stretches,
Tossing matted tresses,
Throws off serene quilts 
Of winter’s full golden moonlight
To thrash about with bare...

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No snow, no moon, no fireflies
Just a mist on the forest floor
Untrodden, unspoken, unlightened
no telling of what's in store

A click of a branch behind me
A rustle in the trees up above
My feet no longer comply...

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Silently you watch me suffer
My cries for help unanswered
I thrash about in my pain
Driven insane by….
The Silence
“She will survive.
She will rise.”
You comfort yourself with these words
Sure that you will not be summoned
To attend a funeral

Ah,...

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Patchwork Musings

Vying for order
This square
That corner
One's center

These squared-off life experiences
Know well jockeying for position
Is fraught with chance
Disappointment
Acceptance

The waking state knows

Nothing resolves naturally
No stitch in one's original design
Arrives at needle's focus point
Matching perfectly the original intent
Red...

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Diane Perna
BURNT TEARS


I remember a tormented childhood with
Dad’s words laced with poison and Mom 
tossed acid on my tears by saying no words
to stop it and even joined it.

I remember that even though I was...

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 English sonnet

I'm way down here, once more ensnared in pits of my own choice
because I picked that shovel up, my shovel of revolt.
Lord, did you hear me thrash about, unmindful of Your voice,
when I...

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Besotted, beguiled, bewitched,
I walked outwitted and benumbed
into her web of love willingly.
She stared at me like  
a black widow sizing up her prey.

     What draws a moth
   ...

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Your vibrant smile
haunts me every now and then
Sashaying strut like a peacock
is how I remember you
How come I recall only good things about you?
In my present condition,
I'm morbidly disaffected
Clear blue skies look to be dull...

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Rushing through the forest,
Scratching vines tearing at our all overs,
Tangled up in glorious torment, together
Tiny clearing for a spell,

It's all very well, but what about
The journey back? Suddenly lost and
Fearful, you stumble ahead whilst
I am...

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There are some people I’ve not met
Yet think of them without regret
as they have left a mark on me
with distant words they let go free

to thrash about the atmosphere
come close enough for me to hear
the...

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Autumn leaves begin to mold;
as songbirds flee from the cold.
For Winter is on Her way;
clad in white and feeling bold.

When night starts to eclipse day,
children go inside to play.
And when all the flowers die,
geese no...

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You laugh
As you see me stumble
Down the slippery embankment
Into the murky waters
Of a troubled mind.
 
You chuckle
As you see me thrash about
And you wonder if it’s just a show
An attention gimmick
Or whether I’ll actually drown.
...

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Every now and again
you look at me from
the corner of your eyes
and give a teasing smile,

Are you playing with me
or falling in love?

Like a fisherman
reeling in his catch,
you have me hooked
and I thrash about 
holding...

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