Long Undoes Poems
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The thief leaves his imprint on the door handle or pane of glass
And he takes your precious treasures and stuffs them in a bag
A child's xbox, your ring of engagement and sells them
They are never seen again and the loss
And a power leaps into his world ,stops him
There is no choice and his imprint changes
He now leaves the same image of goodness
Goes to work, helps the homeless and goes home to love ones
The imprint now is left on souls
The Power slowly and seductively changes him and once again stops him
She slowly and secretly undoes the tie
Her hair falls and his heart leaps as she waits
The warmth catches In his throat and he bows
Thank you as he touches her face and a wisp of hair grazes his lips
Dusting his heart for prints of his past ,his mind leaps to the winds
A refreshing breeze carries the thought to where they go
The lost ring is there and the heart
Can one ever be forgiven to the last full measure
The yard stick takes his prints one last time
She slowly undresses and his mind catches up
The thief steals and touches her lips
Darkness was descending in a crawled dread,
entering evening’s creepy gloom by that fence
vile and sharp as evil silhouettes of greed’s luv..
In the narrow guarded gates, a Halloween alibi
living open, is a walking workforce all powerful
sporting eyes, bloodied, from searing naked souls…
Gamblers risk the chains always snapping
Ankles bound clank with links as Metallica
undoes panic screams, of nonexistent you,
now a mere silent statistic mute and shorn,
tied down in a sterile stainless-steely night
left to the mercies of a tamed cold, so feral…
Edenites guard walled riches from the ogre
that hails from a south, full of satanic heat!
(11/27/2022 - For Emile Pinet’s Halloween contest)
Beneath a parapet of color rich and bright
the shiny sidewalk beckons me to come
closer to his revels closer to his warm caress,
As the rainy afternoon remises light
two mesic hearts begin to drum
in keeping with the rhythm of love's guess
The red umbrella shades us from the world
and keeps the rain at bay while we adhere
devoted to each other we find spark
inside an afternoon of dance and swirl
The old cafe gives witness to our near
as Benjy marks his loyalty with bark
The scent of petrichor feels clean and fresh
as we get lost within our love's embrace
the clasp undoes and we are winded in
pressed soft against each other's flesh
desirously we poise standing face to face,
he tastes like tonic with a splash of gin.
November 4, 2018
My Santa sack was filled with poop
To many this news ain’t a scoop
I’ve perfected the art
How to write about fart
I've posted about them on soup
I’ll divulge about Aunty Mable
who eats sprouts whenever she’s able
she made some sprout soup -
a vile manky gloop
then farted at the dining table
She eats sprouts for breakfast and tea
Foul gas builds up copiously
Before she lets rip
She undoes her zip
Her flatulence is legendary
The stench of foul farts Uncle’s hating
Aunt Mable he’s daily berating
With the build-up of gas
that’s expelled from her a ss
their duvet’s always levitating
Inspired by a friend who is always bursting with blueberry goodness
01/08/22
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Innocent victim dies
Novichock poisoner lies
No deal Brexit
Has Theresa May
Had her day?
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He’s a deadbeat -
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Is he really the President
Donald is reckless
Ruthless and feckless
Pure indulgence
I devour candy
Whilst drinking brandy
Burning from both ends
Oops, I forgot
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Vasectomy Clinic Appointment
Undoes his zip –
Time for snip!
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9/22/18
They hailed him as a hero, it turned out he was a fool,
I followed the herd, but forgot this basic rule:
Check the car works, before you drive it down the hill
The speedbump of reality undoes the initial thrill.
I was disenchanted, embarrassed, disappointed
Looking back, I asked, how was this man anointed?
When illusions and reality did part,
The waves crashed down on my melancholy heart.
Nobody's perfect, this I understand
Too few are honest with themselves in this wacky land
When the quake hit, walls gave way, assumptions did deceive
When the dust cleared, the rocks fell, who could still believe?
I had seen too much, struck by the poison dart,
I staggered from the crowd, my hand pressing on my heart.
The heavens darkened and in the blasting rain,
I began to run as I strove to cleanse the moral stain.
I left that dismal scene, rode into a desert town
Saw the Cepheus constellation, a king with his starry crown
Found an ephemeral stream, between cactus in the night
Started recovering, started feeling alright.
I need to have both ways, the skeptic road to truth
But also, to renew the exuberance of youth
Just for a while to suppress the memory, to restart,
Maybe one day I'll reclaim that enthusiastic heart.
Sleep, my son,
hush, hush, little one.
Your father's heart hums for you,
your mother's heart longs for you.
It’s eventide;
darkness wraps the world in black velvet,
yet the moon shines gloriously,
and the stars weave a lullaby,
all for you, my son.
I cherish you, boy.
Your worth surpasses the rarest emeralds;
your laughter stitches my frail soul,
and your sleeping face undoes me.
You and I—
we are of the same essence,
the same murmured wish to the heavens.
You are the yearning of my old soul,
the answer to dreams whispered in silence.
And I love you—
beyond what any words can say.
She is all about appearances, creating the right look
She wears glasses she doesn't need and carries around a book
She's the naughty librarian, her hair tied up in a bun
Don't let her looks fool you, she is definately about the fun
If she calls you to her office, be real thankful to be there
Watch as she undoes her buttons and let's down her silky hair
She says you need to be quiet, as she brings out all her toys
You must listen carefully, if you do you'll know her joy
You look at her gorgeous body, a feast for your lustful eyes
A certain part of your body, begins to increase in size
She asks you to lay on the desk, so that she can have a better look
Then she says to turn over and proceeds to spank you with a book
You try hard to be quiet, still You let out a simple scream
As she starts to turn you over, passions released in a stream
She tells you not to worry, you will have alot more fun
She hands you the Kama Sutra, she says this is lesson one
"My spice box contest"
The ever-cherishing...
View of the panoramic blue hills
The melodious tone of a Thrush
A glimpse of a distant horizon
The sight of clouds kissing the sky.
The Panache of...
Lovers weaving the dream web
The demanding depths of a mountain-pass
The luxuriant foliage
The sparkly stars in the pitch-black skies
The sharpest gaze at the infinite.
It is a desire...
To descend the hours of hardship
To sightsee a palmy garden
To feel the caressing north wind afar
To recreate the defunct fauna and flora
To sense the aroma of Bethlehem Lily.
Must care take ...
The emotions swinging in the sky canoe.
To mouth shut the gamut of harsh words
To augment the woe of parted love
To fill the voids with the right choice and
To put off rage, a forest fire in action!
Exquisite is...
The unheard song from the unknown
The illusion is craving for an Oasis.
The reality, time plunging into an hourglass
Afar, a new beginning undoes.
The sunrise, twilight and nightfall, the viewers!
If a poet loves you, you will never die — you will remain a spell,
caught in his alphabet like a firefly trapped inside a glass jar,
your existence, in my mind, still burns today, like a flame without a hearth,
living proof that I am a poet, psychedelic, and that my love does not fade, does not grow sated.
I loved you so much that an entire ocean could gather into a single tear,
a spell poured into my veins, an elixir I keep drinking, never full,
I do not dwell in your soul, no, my ships never reached your harbor,
and my name does not reign in your dreams, like a king exiled, without a kingdom.
I am forced to admit, melancholic, like a secret written in ash:
either you never loved me, or the magic in you no longer writes, no longer weaves,
for only what is written stays alive, transformed into a star, into a precious stone,
and you left our love without a spell, without fire, without promise.
But I must give up that second possibility, bury it beneath enchanted ground,
for you go on scrawling, psychedelic, even in your sleep, unknown to anyone,
your hand keeps writing, in dreams, on the edge of night as if on living parchment —
so all that's left to me is the truth that burns me and undoes me.
You never loved me with a love written in fire and enchanted ink,
for a love that leaves no trace is only an illusion, smoke without a body,
I turned you into an immortal star, burning in my eternal verse,
while you, in your dreams, write the spell for someone else — not for my name, not for my longing.
A few notes on choices: I kept "vraja" as "spell" throughout since it's the poem's recurring motif, and rendered "nu se satura" as "does not grow sated" in spirit but simplified to "full" in the first stanza for rhythm. "Scrijele?ti" (a scratchy, almost carved kind of writing) became "scrawling" to keep that rougher texture against the more polished "writes" used elsewhere.