Long Unearths Poems

Too much to know, I just don't know it
As I fumble around, just a humble poet 
Frustrated as I watch unfurl a show
I just don't know it, too much to know

Answers are near, in the...

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POETRY DIVA’S RHYME SCHEMA
Pupa stupor you could hear the bazookas.
From Bermuda to Aruba
A super family reunion
They were sophisticated, as they contemplated which cabins were theirs.
When all came together, they became intoxicated, which caused syncopation in...

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The Prospector: 

He packs his tack in a great canvas sack 
And then drives away in his car.
Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; 
They will await his return from afar.
When he reaches the track...

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It's almost 1 a.m., and I, shipwrecked in insomnia,
lie with my eyes lost on the ceiling that silently tells its story,
listening to the monotonous murmur of a world that never stops,
even though within me, all...

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One man
Stands
Beneath his white helmet
And demands,

Silence.

Throughout Aleppo.

His stethoscope,
He attaches
To the dust
And listens
From his knees.

The man has
Ten fingers,
A dry brush
And a pair of pliers
To dig like an archeologist.

He does not have years,
But minutes
To search the ruins
For...

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Beyond is Jordan, past the great Red Sea,
a distance cov’ring awesome, frightful years.
Invisible her pathway heading home
while Eve awaits the target of her soul.
Through darksome deserts, wand'ring back again
she learns the whereabouts concerning God.

The Holy...

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Acid tears plough ditches down cheeks
Holes in the soul leak life's candy like blood
Handcuffed to reality, pain seeps in
An alcoholic grabs the neck of a bottle

A flesh wound to the soul
The wall of feathers blown...

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The quagmire of being a listener and a decider at the same time
may take a challenge on how to respond well to certain actions;
visible or invisible that may entail a careful look or understanding
can be...

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(An Addingham Poem)

Clashes of old tainted galvanised buckets
against the stone flags daily ring out across the manor farm yard,
profanity given proficiently if the swine catches Father off guard.
Lusty teats await emancipation of release ‘Friesians’ frolic...

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A terrible tragedy occurs,
We do not move to handle it,
Yet we wallow in our own self pity,
And allow ourselves to enter the maze
The labyrinth has a centre that stuns and confuses
Why enter the furthest distance...

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Consequences

“You will bear the consequences of your lewdness and your detestable practices, declares the LORD.” Ezek 16:58 NIV

When we fail to obey
We suffer the consequences
Initially feel nothings changed
Until to the surface comes the balances
There’s not...

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The scent of rain on hot asphalt,
unearths a ghost of summers past.
Barefoot on sun-baked concrete,
a phantom echo of laughter
bounces off brick walls that no longer stand.

A melody drifts from a distant radio,
a tune I haven't...

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The sound of grip dripping
From a blank embankment
Crowds a single finger
Under craggy terrain.

The embrace emits steam
The color of Jasper
The smell of Jasmine
Aimlessly floating for drift.

As the rust settles cliff side
Blame begins...
Judgement unearths the first stone.

A...

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faith put in the wrong place.
Love intensified that braught disgrace.
A chemical fix for an numb space in the mind.
Pride drowned in deceitful rhymes.

a white veil that unearths darkness.
an awakening from sensual...

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This monstrous life cannot defeat my purpose.
I am here to do God’s work.
The message he sends in daily living unearths.
I am solidified not to dissolve down a disastrous path.
Seclusion is amongst the butterflies with tranquility...

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 Greyhound but a vague puzzle piece
Included in this English School.
The cynophilist unearths fur
On the edge of the frame, the hunt
For the breed, the breadth of the pet.

Lace shawl nets cornucopia —
The lady’s pink, white,...

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The scent of rain on hot asphalt,
unearths a ghost of childhood summers,
barefoot and reckless.

A melody drifts from a passing car,
a forgotten soundtrack to teenage dreams,
suddenly vivid, almost touchable.

The chipped porcelain of a teacup,
held in my...

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A brutal murder in portentous chill
A helpless life, under butcher's will
An ominous spade digs soil in till.
Buried in dark secret, an aghast kill.

Corpse stenched, languished still. 
The cops nab smite, in strokes of grill..
Shoveled out...

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In local park you’ll see her foraging.
In every litter bin she digs deep down
To see what precious prize there hides away.
With ginger overcoat and auburn hair
She is the cunning urban fox at work,
Scattering and leaving...

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Oh
Patient
song
I cannot
escape
thine melody
as
it
slowly
unearths
the
ambiance
of that memory
You
are not
lost
to me
As
I dance
and
I dance
in
the
spotlight
created by moonbeams
Sing me soft
and
the
wind
will
lift
my dress
with
its
hot breath
and
I will extend
my arms
above your head
and
I
will
let
my voice
soar
Like
a
dragon unfolding its
wings
Licking flames from its lips
From
this dark
Cavern
of
shame
I
let
my voice rise

Soundtrack
of
Love
I
will
sing
to you

Place
your
hand
over
my heart
 to hear
the
Symphony
of
patient
Songs
blessed
be the...

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how long have we laid here
side by side
for an epoch's breath 
of starlight in a roving universe
enchanted moments 
see a night of a million years
until day slowly unearths us
from our play

but clinking and scuffing
distant voices...

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Bending the fluid anger, it was coming: from
anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne;

invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs,
the night sweats. Kleptomania rising; castration

or helium filled masks for assisting suicides were...

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A love of the written word is new to him
Beginning unexpectedly and without intent
A lie he says, for he entered a poem in a contest
But the love that sprung from that one
Is like the tree...

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Charmaine's so proud of her darling little sweetie
Her new avatar shows the reason why
What an adorable little sweetheart it's obvious to see
She's her momma's wee colourful butterfly

She flits between flowers revealing life's secrets
Discovering the new...

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