Long Unrestrained Poems

This is the story of mad Molly Shaw
She might be mad now but she wasn’t before
she came home to find her man dead on the floor
She lay down her bible and let out a roar...

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“Here the fierce with the thin pointed tail,
Who passes mountains and breaks arms and walls!
Here who with stench can the world assail!”

So my duke started to talk with his calls;
And hinted then it to get...

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The Story of History  

Beyond those beaten days’ depleted daylight
Beyond the bathos of a pandemic bondage
With  the resurrected  sashay’s charmed night
Down in the dumps   at the pretentious  proscenium
A ...

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"Welcome to the playground"
'Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses. 
Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses.'

Jack the ripper, he slept with a whore, and became deadly ill 
While his soulmate Jill became...

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Michael and Carolyn came home again
Their busy lives disrupted by death's end
Not knowing they'd encounter love unrestrained
By coming home for mom's funeral to attend
Life has some changes for which to contend
Michael and Carolyn were shocked...

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Zacchaeus' climb up to success, 
                             A...

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s...

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We, the generation of '50,
Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets,
Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world.
We spun on the carousel of the...

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I love women who gracefully dance
And sweetly sing; and women who 
Avidly read and who brilliantly think;
I love women who love to love—

And who despise to hate—and who 
Receive and give of themselves, as well....

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One afternoon Martha the mother of Jack, who was in her early eighties, told an amazing story about her son while having coffee in the parlor with her neighbors; it was a weekly gathering to...

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Pied tidings of suburbian 
Magpies,
Squawking and squabbling,
Quarreling ferociously among 
Themselves - 
Rush to steal
From off the beleaguered bird 
tables,
To the annoyance of all concerned,
A much begrudged meal;
Before scurrying away into 
Unfrequented woodlands,
Marooned like islands in...

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* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

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eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look unnatural -
as if printed,
but unfinished ... incomplete …
yeah ...
blood, but...

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In the heart of the country, a veil of mystery and melancholy floats,
And threading along the leaf of life, these methods seem a sinister symphony.
Open borders, and immigration comes like an underground current,
On the paths...

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Endangered Trailblazing
                                 ...

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If vain thy earthly hopes did prove, thou canst not mourn their flight; Thy brightest hopes were fixed above. And they shall know no blight—Anne Bronte   

Overjoyed      ...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which...

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"Nightstar"

As amber rays wane with their task done,
The melting of the rainbow, pleasing Mr. Sun,
Setting colours free across a canvas, blue,
To paint a new marvel, a mix of every hue,
It's a grand display at the...

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Exploring your soul is beautiful
But to do so is frightening
Relinquishing of rules
Rejecting labels

Soul searching can look and feel like you are broken
The cracks form, but light floods in
The reality of self imposed constraints suddenly feels...

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Is there a coherent competent compromise to where/which we can all adhere with all that drains our incumbent neural net desires for recumbent destruction through incompetence? The not knowing of an all encompassing ill wisdom...

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[Capitalized words are titles of some delightful poems by Sam
Kauffman, each followed by a line from that poem]


How Can This Be - a thousand pieces of brokenness, fit perfectly again
Agapanthus - the season's sweet love...

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God Absconded – Holy Saturday

The morning of that blood flow day
As Christ was dragged across the way,
Beaten, scourged, purple mockery,
Crown of thorns, tempting apothecary,
Force walk through city streets,
Hear the screams and shouts, marching feet,
Weight of...

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Eroticism -
             a supple spine in a wanting curve
       and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat...

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Trailblazing Then and Now

Astride his father’s shoulders
Like a double decker bus
There was always what his father saw
And the child’s gaze beyond
They learned together
What their senses taught them of reality

There were so many hills his father...

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“50 Words for Poe: Azrael”



What alchemy to lure Azrael
who hidden until now
keeps his vigil 
in the still sound of 
the shattering silence 
of falling leaves
under the elms in the 
hollows of 
Hanging Hill 
with the...

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In the quiet corners of thought, where the stars of ideas flicker and bloom,
I hold a belief, a sacred mantra whispered to the winds of destiny:
The free, exploring mind of the individual, a treasure beyond...

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