Long Tidied Poems

Touching my hand was a wet doggy.
Whatever my fate was going to be,
My dog, my hero would be with me,
If he was in terror it did not show,
I was the weak one that I know.
With...

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ELLY MAY


poem by: Maria Williams

T'was the night before her birthday and Elly May
Still in the office putting stuff away
In her horn rimmed glasses and grey flannel suit
She was the epitome of perfection, the essence of...

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Twas a fortnight before Christmas
And my spidey senses were lit.
Knowing the bike I so wanted
Was to cost quite a bit.
Where my hope sprang eternal
But then I have to admit.
I wasn't too sure
If we were needy...

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Eleven years later and the young boy from the corner,
kept up with his scouting and a leader he’d become,
Two people were so proud of every one of his achievements,
The leader who first met him, And...

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No Sin for a Mirror

 Arabic Poem by: Habib Al-Samir*

Translated Into English by:

Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)

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In a room,

Bordered by the sun on the right

And the moon on the left,

A mirror stands

On a smooth wall

Exposing or concealing...

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The Great Blessed Guardian Of The Light

As night wind blows its many wicked chills
upon an earth filled with darkened blight
Fleeting shadows stir upon the night kills
as evil comfort comes from the dark of night

Those commanded...

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Guardian of the Light

As night wind blows its many wicked chills
upon an earth filled with darkened blight
Fleeting shadows stir upon the night kills
as evil comfort comes from the dark of night

Those commanded to in wickedness...

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He's so phoney in poems, moaning only,
same tone, same story,
a war he can't endure anymore that beats him sore and sorry,
exploring his core for strength absent before in writes of sheer folly.

Wanting to write powerfully...

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Today, we had an in day. Fran curled up watching some movie or other. I tidied up the gardens after the recent wind and rain. Then I prepared dinner and put it in the oven.
So,...

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A potter went down to the edge of the water
To ask of an otter a gift for his daughter.
Go ask the weasel; he paints at his easel.
His fees will be low; his currency’s diesel.

He didn’t...

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Standing in this structure, that has long since, been demolished
Breathing lemon bleach, where the floor was freshly polished.
Taking photos in my mind, of this single, borrowed moment
 already the past, but I had one chance...

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A week ago I wrote a list of reasons on why I should take my life 
Two days ago I have been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder 
Today I had major suicidal thoughts and cried for...

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written in octaves

Tom gathers broken branches
and stubs his toes on roots.
Tywhoppity’s rich bottom
is tidied up each autumn.
The ache and pain he stanches
to reap September fruits.
Tom gathers broken branches
and stubs his toes on roots.

Re-staking his best...

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I believe I can visualize a bird and a tree.
This is something I could describe as poetry.
As yet, allow your inner poem to flow freely.
It offers a firm base on which to uplift deeply.

The beauty...

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Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind
Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned

Then proceeded to whisper in her ear
Brought shocked expression, a falling tear

"Please do not pursue the Aurai nymphs"
Whose replicas were on all column plinths

Aeolus...

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At dawn the bugle's piercin' call roused troopers for another wretched day,
Of curryin' horses, shovelin' manure, drillin', guard duty and gatherin' hay!
Another day of bellerin' sergeants and pompous officers that they must obey!
This and more...

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I lift and rise to being chased,
pops half-way, till full, beamed round-faced,
a fire host heightened its facade,
casting daylight shadows abroad.

Cool Earth plunged hot by its keeper,
heat courses like the Grim Reaper,
smiles at darkness to wait...

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The day drags its feet, despite my efforts to speed up its pace. I got up late, so that I could sleep away the morning hours, aiming for a shorter day. Yet it’s only half...

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Wally Cleans His Room

When he woke up Tuesday, Wally looked around his room.
It really was a mess and so he went to get his broom.
All his cleaning items went into his purple pail,
the dustpan in...

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After she left the house for realities unknown,
the abandoned rooms hollowed out 
small discrete spaces for her to rest within
should she ever return.

Buses still stopped next door,
sparrows hopped over the stalks of phantom roses,
Eventually, Girl...

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The moralist woman

Morning, every morning, the silent streets of Budapest
We open the restaurant, one corner from the Váci street
I arranged and tidied the terrace, tables, and chairs, and set up

People walked in front of the...

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Mother, you’ve been gone for twelve months
I write poems upon your desk
The house looks different, you wouldn’t like it
Now I know why you worked and worked to keep it in order
 I comprehend why you...

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You hastily spilled a loaded jar of stained language.
Sky aglow by a rainbow, as sunsets below a ledge.
Pouring a layer of dullness into a pristine scene.  
Murky clouds have drowned the gentle sunshine.

Unscrupulous guarantees,...

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her ethereal gaze tucked    me into nirvanic waves
tore me asunder amid    quixotic abyss and seraphic throe 
I harvest pearls    from mollusks in swimming oysters 
strip it in kaleidoscopic...

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What if I have not answered your phone?
Maybe, it was due to my right ear but wrong tone.

What if I have not called you lately?
Maybe, I have been very busy.

What if I have not replied...

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