Long Tiptoeing Poems

I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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WHAT BEGAN AS HACKING INTO MEDICAL DATA OF VETERANS MILITARY FAMILIES ORGANIZED CRIME VIDEO CRIMINAL GROUP WORKING VERY CLOSE WITH CHINA DUE.TO THE EXTREME NATURE OF AMERICANS NEED FOR SONY PRODUCTS MORTAL COMBAT OVER LAKE...

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"Love...ultimate truth in life,    
                  came tiptoeing, whispering...murmuring...tinkling" - by Poet    

...

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When I whirl as wind, 
unwavering ~
 surfing on 
watercolor wings 
of simmering seasons, 
 which flicker
 and fly through me, 
filtering my faults
with a wrinkled fantasy, 
I waltz whistling ~
in their whispering waves, 
where...

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used to be one of those people that didn’t really understand triggers and how the simplest of things could send you tumbling down a rabbit hole back into that memory. i never understood how something...

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We’re funny, you and I.
By age six, we played together on an island.
Never knowing, never fathoming,
Nine years later we’d meet again – like a message in a bottle.
This time in another country. On another continent.
Though...

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The night was black and dreary
cold breath hung in the air
trapped in an unfamiliar place
entirely unaware

that destiny would enter in
to change our well-laid plans
the rein of safety, tightly held    
would be wrest...

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The night was black and dreary
cold breath hung in the air
trapped in an unfamiliar place
entirely unaware

that destiny would enter in
to change our well-laid plans
the rein of safety, tightly held    
would be wrest...

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"All animals are equal. But some animals are more equal than others."
—George Orwell

A dozen of chickens and a number of horses, a cat and a raven, a few cows and other hoofed ones—all of which...

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Halloween Night with a Twist that’s inspired by the Legend of Halloween.
I dare you to watch this spooky video until the very end—you might find yourself tiptoeing around every corner!
Did you spot any familiar fairy...

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I’ve behaved poorly every winter
I can remember, my awfulness in each
separated only by degrees, 
secrets piled like snowdrifts at the corners 
of rooms I wouldn’t stay in. 

Hiding was easier.
I stuffed myself in the closet...

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You never even saw him
as you lay soaking up the sun
tiptoeing with that bucket.
Six years old and out for fun.

The look of shock in your eyes
as the water broke your sleep
I laughed so much; sides...

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THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS  II



From world war two in the Atlantic
I hear the drowning cries of men,
climbing out as in spirit from waters
that lap the steps of the harbour wall ;
time erodes...

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oh precious, dulcet diva, ocean-tide
you, of sand and foam and spindrift -
all your moods and meanderings
speak deep my spirit, wistful and wan
musings captured, gist enraptured …

       I listen, close...

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THE CIRCLE OF FEAR
 
It's a world of creatures, great and small,
Living is for all, both big, small, short & tall.
The crocroch, trembling & tiptoeing from the store,
Would scurry away, at the slightest crawl.4

Afraid of...

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O, words written help to still the pain in my soul
so I write of my ravaged life over and over
reaching into the past of my twisted journey
and hold them like a warm blanket familiar
can these...

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I woke up to the soft  
marigold melodies
of whistling waves,  
reverberating in  
turquoise tunes,  
stirring the sleeping  
sunrise within my soul,  
while the hermit crabs,  
soaked in salty...

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Saw one blazing red leaf on the shimmering Maple,
                         On my...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout cynthia moon 
of a bygone 
medieval saga, 
amidst heavenly 
eventides,...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 2

Pretence is for those who 
round a corner with I did
read that book, she smiles
with her eyes, then escape 
to humour minds or waves  
agonising over shame 
or...

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MERGED IN SURRENDER


Kiss me quiet under the rain~   skips and pounds,
awash the tears and pain fevering my anguish,
with the July moon to stir my slothful frown,
wide-skirted trees swing demure on the breeze
their cyclic...

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he day after i was born was a day seen tragic by members of blood. Thicker than water, but never stronger than the bonds of sons and mothers, suns and seasons, logic with reasoning, looking...

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Mirrors don't lie about frank and ernest portrayal...

Especially when giving cheeky badass
blemished physiognomic reflection
tricking me seeing displeasing likeness
Matthew Scott Harris, a grown lad brandishing
his treasured invisible cutlass
poised to strike, (where spiderlines
instantaneously provoked, webbed,
and frankly zapped...

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It's three in the morning
And I was awakened by 
An extreme thirst. In the night
It's hard to tell just how thirsty
You really are. It's not so easy
To sneak downstairs to get a drink.
Tiptoeing past my...

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