Long Unburden Poems

Prizes for Ultimate Sacrifices


    prizes for the abstemious  for abstinence  chastity ?
                 the countless...

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I woke up this morning with courage over my back and wisdom in my hat
I was determined to put an end to the sneaky kangaroo rats
No one had done me anything but I was reeling...

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Book Three of the THIRUK-KURAL on Un-Authorised (concealed) and Authorised (religion-ordained) LOVE: Cantos 109 THAGAIANANGKURAITHTHAL to 133

(Note: Love between mainly the wedded pair from the standpoint of the fair liana-like “lady” of the pliant bamboo-shoulders,...

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O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood afloat, 
To fast-forward to dusky days of old, 
To turn...

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The old church lay in ruins, left to languish in time.
He was sitting on the grave talking to Sergeant R Johnston.
Well, I suppose you want an update on the war.
Let me see now, where do...

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Morning unfolds me into 
its warm and accepting light.
I sweep my front porch, read to my boys, 
walk the dog. I let the breeze blow my hair
and rustle my skirt into fluid waves
exposing my beautiful...

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I crossed into Vienna, VIA courthouse road still trying to figure want it was all about
Then I see where courthouse road ends  right at church street den
The road continue from court house road and...

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Passion in waves, intense they pummel

Rolling me over & over & over.

Crushed. Help me grow; 

Go on, depart, now - a head start

With all this crap stuck in these spokes

Might slow me down, but watch...

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Now that the task has been done 
and victory has been won
I am waiting for you to ask me to come
Now that the task has been won 
And the battle has just began
I am waiting...

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Expiry date               
                 14.

I taught...

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For few days between the shaking and shattering of my consciousness, 
The soft arms of Silence 
Wrap around my aching torso 
And pretend to soothe the ever-rapid
Battering of my heart. 

In those few days, 
Between...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath the cover of cotton candy clouds

she relieves herself into Magritte’s...

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In regards, to the birds and the bees
Depends on who’s watching, what he sees
There are some women, impossible to please
Wise men are wary, to be with one of these

See beneath all that glitter, her cool...

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Life is living and to really live it, love it !

Life is a state of mind. It is there for the taking, man trying to master his own 
universe, choosing his own path and following...

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It was raining when I met her.
A sure sign.
I ignored it.
Many a love story started in the rain.
We headed into the restaurant.
She throttled her brolly, drenching me in the process.
I ignored it, my white suit...

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Some people tend to forget that we’re not in the same boat.  
Some people tend to forget that we’re not wearing the same coat.  
You wave to me, and I wave to you...

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A dreaming man in the state of REM
sees the dream as a reality
rivers of thoughts like sparkling gems
reveling in his new found sanity.
hours ago, a dozen empty bottles
deafening music and cheesy sizzles
gagging from second hand...

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As the sun fades o’er the water and birds chatter in the grove,
Two old, wrinkled, weary thinkers wander slowly by the cove.
Waves advancing and receding from the edges of the sea
Bring a bittersweet reminder of...

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I am all alone in this great big world
My destiny is being unfurled
I am responsible for my plight
And what I may do tonight

There is no one else to put my shame
Only me, myself, and I...

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I often stumble, errors left behind,
Yet my memory fails to hold them in mind.
They call me wild, perhaps a touch insane,
Yet solitude's my solace, where I gain.
To welcome you in, heed my caution's plea,
When I...

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eerie silence at midnight…
                          walking through an empty churchyard,
 ...

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After the five days of sweltering heat
I look up from my writings
as the sunlight falters 
and the skies begin to darken.

I step outside and gaze
at the lowering clouds,
feeling the wind freshen and gust,
tussling my hair...

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products of the Lord God that's what are children are
works in progress whom we pray will in life go very far

looking at these young men who wear their pants hanging down 
with their rear ends...

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"Darkness will be preferred to light, and death will be thought more profitable than life; no one will raise his eyes to heaven; the pious will be deemed insane, and the impious wise; the madman...

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Why A Poem Is More Than Ink On A Page

Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at any age
can be expressing sorrows and deep rage
or gems of...

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