Long Trumpeter Poems

The Punisher and the PunishEd

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The Punisher needs the...

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pioneer esprit de corps front tier brisk.
*     *     *     *     *     *   ...

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Can you listen up to my heart beat
  Or is it the beats from that beat?
  It's the radio,
  Then it goes on gently
  Yes, like a long thin snake
 ...

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Seeking Brunswick Beacon

This is our local newspaper for
Brunswick County and Bolivia,
North Carolina. They have been
including poems in their Letters
To The Editor who are a predator
wanting to find new readers and
be the leaders.

God, daily always tried...

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It's been awhile since I felt this way 
got me thinking about it everyday 
me wanting you Lord you need to be you
.Optimum choice so many chances
 have no time for second Glance
Let's let neither...

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small trumpeter waves wash ashore
the sea grins with ease
children scamper on the beach 
                     ...

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Come see me.
I'm just at the end of the dirt lane.
Just pass the flourishing sycamore and maple trees.
Just pass the vast meadow where crickets play and butterflies probe for nectar.

Come see me.
I'm just at the...

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THE   BRAVE   MAN   STANDS    -     THE   COWARD   LEAVES.

I  stood  watching  the first snowflake’s  battle...

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I
In 2023, Trump won the presidential elections. On inauguration day Don Trump gave Putin a present, Ukraine. He said, with some history as backing, "nationalism" is a nuisance. We had no war with Russia when...

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The master of the dawn said: - It's strange to be here
on the black lips of the fields, and the evening caught up in between drops,
black trees making me shiver, - Kalos Gheron all dressed...

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His old man played in Miles city,
a learned trumpeter from Mississippi.
High notes were the only thing he hit,
paving the future for his son to make it.

All those warm Cajun summer nights,
of weathered gazebo's and fluorescent...

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His old man played in Miles city,
a learned trumpeter from Mississippi.
High notes were the only thing he hit,
paving the future for his son to make it.

All those warm Cajun summer nights,
of weathered gazebo's and fluorescent...

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In The Throes of Love


Amjilttai Gerlelt: at least she spoke kind!
We talked of many people using kind words
to speak describe the hostesses
gratitude and appreciation. Some habits draw
the attentions of others leading to ways to
pry and...

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Each day I am born into a symphony. Tones and chords eloquently choreographed in minor keys of insurgent melancholia. Lumbering contrition escorted by virulent humiliation where no penance can seem to be found. A drum...

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In Two Thousand Fifteen, Donald Trump stood firm
Said smart folks will soon come to learn
That the U.S. is in need of sounds from his horn
But he soon switched, for use of his trumpet
He's been blowing...

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I was born one day with the glistening sun.
Mom says I am her baby and I have a name;
One of twelve called Cygnet born amongst leaves,
Dad has taught me how to swim and in two...

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Trumpet call
And all down tools,
People who don't live by the rules,
Listen to these trumpets calls
The caller is a hypnotiser,
A cad and a womaniser,
He is also a billionaire,
Without any savoir faire.
Avarice and powerful too
He tells others...

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Comey and Martha Stuart Sentence

Comey had created  Martha Stuart sentence;
She would need to serve for her repentance;
Mentioned flowers,
Better than ours;
Harshly affected her supporters and tenants.

Jim Horn

Missing Other Poets

So where have you been?
Write more poems...

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Living in the ocean is not easy.
Sometimes the water gets so greasy.
During those times I dive very deep
where beautiful sights and delicious food I reap.
      
For you see, I am...

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a smile lingers in the shadows
memory has found a refuge
in darkened corners
at the end of long hallways
where remembrances have long fled
it has become an attic dedicated
to the betrayals of a life
once filled with promise
sitting in...

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“The occurrence of wild daffodils is sometimes said to indicate the former site of a spiritual hub. In some folklore, daffodils are considered lucky flowers. In particular, there’s a tradition that if you make the...

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Martin was a man of mettle Kingly to the clan
Athletic in prowess the pristine preacher's son
Registered first as Michael, he heaven's rapturer
Templed his genius above the common A grader
Interned to Moorehouse, forsook a health degree
Nurtured...

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SYMBOLS OF SUNDAY

The Ille de Grande Jatte sans noise
filled with poise,a posie-in-paint.This
divisionist dog-day,a second of time
frozen in mime;a slow-motion frame
of a social game.The Seine sleeping
sailors boating,youngsters rowing
a lady fishing.trumpeter trilling,dogs
sniffing midst sunshades swishing.
A promenade peopled,gentility
strolling,watching,then,standing
still,and,taking...

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Start now knowing joy,
that’s an order,
overcome a deepening solitude.

Like a bee at a bugle
or me at the deli
on Third Avenue.

I said to Joe when do you think this weather will break?
He jokes, April. 
That’s no...

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Oh No not Trump

He was an act appearing to be plastic
And always shiftless being so sarcastic
Also accusing as well as then abusing
Not much at all about him is amusing.

Who do you think candidate sounds like?
With...

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