Long Typhus Poems

Death,
An old friend, as old as life,
We met soon after my birth 
He liked to play games with me 
“Be ready,” he said. “I am coming for you.”
I waited, was all ready to go, 
no...

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Life was harsh for me
very harsh from the beginning, in the little village in Greece.
We hardly had anything to eat because everything was
destroyed by WW2 and by the five years of civil war 
that followed.
...

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t?sse?a st???e?a: ?e??

?e??: mainland china-
the year is 1930 and the
people of china have
been suffering for 2
years now because of
widespread drought which
caused famine in three
northern provinces, that of
gansu, henan & shaanxi---
said to have killed nearly
3 million...

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...They told us to hate those people
who take a risk to make profit,
that instead we should idolize
those who say they’re socialist.
Bu t I look a their history,
and it’s utterly insane,
just blood, and death, and prison...

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Fix up this love or I'm tearing it down
You took a decent house and turned it inside-out
You sealed up the windows and padlocked the doors
Why wasn't I on board with these plans of yours

And now...

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America By the Square Foot

We here in this part of the country, 
love God and stand for the flag. 
We here in this part of the country, 
honor the military, 
help widows and orphans...
and tar...

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Written: May 28, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "If you come to visit my grave, my tomb will appear to dance."By Rumi

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Q: Who is the current Chief of Staff?
A: The resident President.

Q: What is an old, lame, deaf, half-blind Sherlock Holmes?
A: A defective detective.

Q: Who is the magician who ate all the pasta when no one...

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a new house

I saw a photo from a long time, so long it doesn’t matter when
the photo was taken; by a couple still youngish with four children 
of school age outside a newly constructed house
The...

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Kongo

Your past is a mint of blood and tears 
Daughters tearing their way to decay 
Sons castrated by poverty and superguns, 
Kongo, a dream battered and bruised 
Your conscience poliorised by oppressive dance 
Highways clogged...

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thunder is a game i used to play
lightening is the reaction to the end result
hail is the expression of the record of my career and my life
the wind is the temperamental cry of my struggle...

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No God for Expiation
By Sy Roth

Held in ungodly thrall
Their bodies wracked blasphmely dry
Loosley held together by the striped cloth.

Typhus-infested, David-starred beasts
Caricatures of humanity
Carved into beasts of burden

Only worthy of torture, or
Zyklon deaths---
Their punishment for existence

Work,...

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Birth of the Saviour, they announce
With beams of merriment, they bounce
Curiosity they provoke
Spirit-filled graces they invoke

Souls of the holy deities
Brim-fill with infinite gayeties
Beginning and end of a work
Resonates in any hill cirque

Sound of health and...

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