Long Tussle Poems

“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint...

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IN THE WILD

Early morning, we go for a drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At 6 o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that we have missed...

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IN THE WILD 
( Re Post)

Early one morning, we begin our drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At six o’clock, 
Now we are in the African bush
Which, will unlock,
Moments that...

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 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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Was it a cruel twist of fate?
Sneering, laughing chance?
Perhaps something I ate?
A bad bout of happenstance?

It wrenched and tore at my gut,
A sickening, sober, foreboding sign.
Wretched chance it was not,
This time was by insidious design.

The...

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It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.

As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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Suddenly, two Indian boys throw themselves into the water like meteors
swiming towards camp chatty as prarie dogs,
they hail from a Teton encampment of 74 lodges a few miles up river
most of the men are feeling...

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Submitted to the "Gone Fishin" contest
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Trollin’ the islands at Texoma,
It was April, 1964.
New rod and reel in hand,
I’d NEVER been fishing before.

A Garcia 2510T casting rod.
The reel, a Mitchell 301,
Plus hand-selected worms and lures…
I was...

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" Damn you, let go my gun! "
The morning hasn't even yawned yet
and a terrible tussle is in my sight,
Drouillard is wrestling his rifle from the hands of this Indian thief
and the Field brothers are...

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Poems for Poets X
Poems about Poets X



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for Virginia Woolf

Weigh me down with stones ...
   fill all the pockets of my gown ...
      I’m going down,
...

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The brightest star so renowned,
Modern Cosmology well-governed!
The Universe was examined and Black Holes too
Brought General Relativity and Quantum Gravity intact!
Was he the one who diagnosed with dreadful ALS,
Transformed black holes from inexorable gravitational prisons?
“Lived decades...

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By Street Cries

The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world things get greeze

He grow...

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My harmony is the preserver of my banality, which, when shaken and stirred by the disturbers, pump up the mouth by Words, occasionally jargons. But having a very keen eye at my aloneness I safely...

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"I beg You, show me Your glory," Moses said
but God snuck past, back-turned, revealing not His glorious head
Moses didn't know they had to wait for God Incarnate, instead
for God's glory -- no mistaking!

“Glory to God...on...

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The petal opens with a smile filling the room with its succulent fragrance and absorbing the radiant light with the stillness of the night and the shadows running down the wall really make you look...

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Used to be a happy go around…later shrouded in frowns…?
For many a birth places…what are the shades of their faces…?
A log of many a cases…where are the words of their paces…
Memories of a ghetto…not in...

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Herons fragment the mist,
appear and disappear while remaining motionless.
The skiff rocks as a coal barge trundles past.
A dewy sky shivers.

Nowadays he just sits in a boat looking at Ohio.
This morning the sun reached the top...

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III

What shame if might measures not with muscle?
  What disgrace awaits those who fail?
Should wanting life be held lèse-majesté to a tussle?
  Should a nation thrive as in a sundered jail?

To the high...

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**  For My Dear Dog Dreaming **?

As our most holy Lord  from his 
Luminescent Heaven might wish of us,
We’ve a model for dawns of optimism…As
No matter what occurred
The day or night before,
It is...

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Courtesy of one or more tradesmen, 
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready 
and willing to acquire money 
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or 
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician...

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Courtesy of one or more tradesmen, 
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready 
and willing to acquire money 
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or 
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician...

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Courtesy of one or more tradesmen, 
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready 
and willing to acquire money 
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or 
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician...

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Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,

but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.

Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly...

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When Max Martin rode into town
he found Juanita, tanned and brown,
as she worked her shift tearing bar,
he walked up and ordered a drink.
She looked over the dust-swept man,
who seemed as if he’d once been grand,
but...

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