Long Unreason Poems

                           I
On the hill betwixt Carlisle and Deep Creek
...

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Chameleon 

Im not sure what happened to you, was it a bad upbringing, parenting, or is this really you.

You never placed a hand on me, you never needed to, you got to me verbally.

Always full...

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A Rant – The Quiet Hypocrisy


it seeps in through gradual osmosis

and soon is ingrained in pliant minds

it mutates and thrives in tunnels of vision

and then is fused into the fiber of unreason

the quiet hypocrisy that...

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Poets are the first class citizens of the country,
They are the interpreters of the future through
The eyes of the gods that call them into service.
They are well respected and feared in the society;
Their words can...

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He believed in inconsistency, with the claim that he believed in me...

I held onto every word as I watched the the ashes of my heart scatter into rain and I
stopped, stuttered and shut.down., the key...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile,
A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair—
Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry,
Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo,
And...

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'The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret'


It was surfers' paradise weather but he had only captured a dinghy

Made from lost dreams and drift wood collected in seasons of...

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Laid solid with words
  the writers stone
A fortress was columned
  my only real home

The poetry was safe there
  it stammered and tried
As my feelings unbridled
  from the outsiders lies

Each year added...

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she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind

trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on full blast

incarcerated shackled and straight jacketed thumb screws and all

contorting...

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This is a faceless city; no dreams made here
Though you walk past on every street,
A face, a figure, a glimpse of shoes you 
Would surely buy.

The night cools;
A cold breeze stirs the crisp dry leaves,
Their...

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Cycling amidst the gloom and glee
She pedals the life's tapestry while
People whisper the bad and good thing
She'd lived in her life,
Though lying in sick-bed
No one dared to spare her;
She still held her head high
And nothing...

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Gb2 's a radio show, it airs in Sydney...But there's more to know.'
Ben Fordam has been speaking out,  on the covid dictates
Roundabout on where the science meets the facts
Whether it's all altruistic.? Or do...

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Oh heaven… Cease to exist there!
And fall on them: the abbot of unreason!

They play mortal games on immortal themes
with faint afflation they desecrate
years old medium of tenets divine.
The hands that rose for blessing 
lay in...

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Free 

I stand here free
wondering if I truly am
always wrong in my thought
when it’s not as you taught

I stand here free
wondering why in speech
When I make as I please
The powers, I displease

Monger of terror, or...

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Midnight in the Age of Unreason

At midnight in the age of unreason
if you’re still as a bird on a wire
you can feel it	
all the souls hating
seething in the black stillness
vibrating with bad mouthed phrases
shaking the...

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Unreason
- by Bob Atkinson

"... ode to those
who teach creative
writing at the
college level,
yet have not the
talent nor
understanding
required
to produce something
worthwhile ..."

to listen graciously
then turn away
feeling for the
first time
wonder at his
sayings

carries burdens
newly minted
for my life on lumpy
pavement
simply put...

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Some find relief in solitary confinement
And others cherish the thought of being alone
I am but a weary soul craving for cessation and realignment
Waiting for greater powers to break this vestigial bone

Some are inclined to love...

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The Transparency of Selves.

Transparently unseen,
lonely souls walking on,
slipping between raindrops,
curling between folds of reality,
twisting in dreary, worn-out skins.

Moulting, peeling off, discarding,
worn-down corpses edging towards,
whistling crowds of leering stares,
wasted on insipid momentary sighs,
where collective consciences lay...

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What difficult insanity?
Repeating every day.
Laughing, pure absurdity
at life’s prevailing way.

The lack of understanding
buried deep in darker deeds.
Dysfunctional autonomy,
that never will succeed.

Psychotic conversations with
an entity not there.
Do you feel the sunshine’s warmth?
Or smell the human air?

As...

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Time Sequence (5 seconds to start - 2 minutes to complete) 

There’s a time sequence that sweeps you away
Where are you going? No, when are you going
Is the question
That begs to be answered

This marking of...

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I believe couples should confer with each other
before making any decisions
if you need them to stay with you that shouldn't smother
but should instead provide provisions
there shouldn't be any unreason
for to be apart
doing things with each...

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I see I am almost 60
The river of life has sped by
Sweet accounts are needed
Thank God I remember the 60s 
sane relics of the past
Kaftans and  roll-ups
strain to the sounds
blonde this and that
Mini skirts...

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I have climbed the hills of all seasons,
found love, and descended;
I have found it through heat, rain and snow,
and lo, it's never ended.

When others are sleeping, I'm out in the
woods and the fields, reveling by...

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