Long Uncultured Poems

Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess...

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times...

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain...

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10 Words to a Wonderful Woman
P.U.R.P.O.S.E.F.U.L 

Prayerful and Purposeful
We have seen your purpose being rejuvenated through your prayers
It is without doubt that your presence heals the sick  
And dry bones are restored back to...

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Part Three

Whether or not relations with the uncultured enamour
Do not seek to succour what should sour

What does it matter if you gain or lose inferiors
Who feather their own nests and leave you in a mess

Those...

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As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries,
As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust,
As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold,
As sunset sets away, so...

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Should I go or should I stay
Should I run or should I walk
Should I open my door or should  I close my door
Should I bloom or should I close my buds
Should I eat or...

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Sometimes quotes are all that we leave  behind... quote by poet


I told them I'm tired   now
time stands still   a casual acquaintance  without breaths
death is not gracious   ...

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No ones ever even been in an empty room
And now's as good a time as any to tell you this:
I don’t feel regret if it was right for me at the time 
We spend so...

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A Memory
By Sy Roth


It didn’t come in like an invading horde of Mongols astride their horses.
It came like a Siren whispering a sweet song, blowing soft winds in my ear.

The old woman sat on her...

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If you are alive and on earth my brother
You better take every risk to succeed,
Even if you do not court any hazard
Existence is the biggest risk you must heed.

Some things about this life are just...

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In these days, we prayed -SERIES- 

"TELL FREEDOM" 

June 10, 2017

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The Blackpool donkeys have given up
they have boarded jumbo jets
to be emotional support animals
for those lesser angels
that protect us wingless fliers. 

They have opted out.
Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up,...

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Hate is a geography 
A floating continent really.
It spends most of its time
In the Far East (the Orient)
And moves west with the sun
To nourish its flowers and vines.
Its beasts will forever feed on your indignities
Catholic...

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Shackles of cynicism have displaced your heart,
the love that once transcended time is no more.

No wordsmith can bring beauty to an invisible emotion,
lost in translation to an ignorant uncultured mind.
As you searched for a definition...

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Sundown, the galloping horse rides in from the pasture.
He, on the back, was sweaty and red from the day’s work 
in the sun.

He hungers now, as the cattle have been taken care of.
His day of...

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In memories
I can remember 
The gardener 
Whose love
I cannot stop
Despite her
String cutting
Through transferring
A book domain
And she leaves me
Here wallowing alone
And I say I would love us 
To live as twain
But she speaks not
To my words...

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With unsettled heart,
I say this,
Though,I hope to be brisk
In this rage
And more...
I wish I relinquish
The flow of terrific vengeance
Going here and there
Moving like blood
Down those streams,
Thus exciting so much,
So much negative energy
That my veins feel...

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Finally leaving the stage after
Twenty  seven encore calls
A huge sense of elation as 
The last curtain finally falls.
There’s all the media interviews 
That she has yet to face
Then perhaps she can retreat
For a while...

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"Hurry up!" yells Mom, "the hack is coming 'round the bend!"
Another torturous day of school, won't this agony ever end?
With a fried egg sandwich in my Roy Rogers box for lunch,
I climb aboard to join...

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Amid Sun rays

Through the hole of creak open
Morning sun rays entered the room
In juvenile and strength romance of dust particles 

As usual first sip of morning tea 
Why did not give fresh and spirit
In the...

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For what do I carry you like a special mark
Like a brand I recognize, not you
I live in it like an old tree lives in its bark
Lashed and leashed to nothing new

Yet you are mine,...

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You sat still at Miss Binnington’s
No swinging legs or kicking feet
Back pressed against chair back
Bottom firmly held to chair seat.
Children seen but not heard
A rule very seldom broken
Only in reply could
Any word be spoken.

The starched...

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Hobbies are for losers, and habits are hobbies for the poor,
But hopping into heaping piles of rubbish is haute couture.

What’s in, ladies and gentlemen, is what we want thrown out,
But not to own it but...

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Blessing the houses 
on easter eve day
through out the parish 
he sprinkled away

The priest stumbled upon
a studio door
where an artist was 
painting moments before.

He splattered the water 
all over the room
when artist returned 
and stated...

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Poor me;
My heart has become a tool in the hands of fate,
Maybe it is true; nature is weak.
Like winds in the coast,
Am now an addict of her presence.

I look at her eyes and forget my...

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The Blackpool donkeys have given up,
they have boarded jumbo jets
as emotional support animals.

Once they used to plod between
the Blackpool piers
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying whooping kids and adults
as they heavily...

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