Long Unshod Poems

An image of the netherworld envisioned by a misanthrope

Mein kampf fraught re: 
emotionally/psychologically challenged 
impossible mission to cope
compared to classmates, I felt like a dope
and entertained escapist fantasies,
whereby Miss Rainbow 
(sixth grade student teacher),
though robbing...

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November second two thousand twenty two...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Approximately six weeks since August sum
er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about 
sipping cocktails, whose primary ingredient rum
pulled and sated esophageal tract nsync 
with thirstily quaffing...

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October twenty third two thousand twenty one...02:44:06 PM
Eastern Standard Time abuzz auld Durin 
(ya know whit I'm Tolkien about 
Elder days long regarding) Autumnal thrum –

The perfect balm to avoid feeling glum
supine upon greensward 
I...

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Deep within the bowels of the Earth
(dark visceral centre)
immensely distant from the sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked 
rocky claws pointing toward

an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt...

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Written: February 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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Brushing butter onto pastries,
squeezing...

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Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm

precipitously crooked 
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits 

comprising soul asylum
where grateful...

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November first two thousand nineteen...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Divine myriad biota amidst
heavenly Lily of the valley
(Convallaria majalis),
he didst imaginatively greet
Edenic heavenly terra
incognita immeasurably sweet

nature's ensemble proffering
Gaia's quintessential orchestration
resplendent sensational treat
natural splendour regaling,
this fellow wayfarer
happenstance gifted autochthonous...

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Old Bald Frog and a toad named Ander
saw Sally wander down by the road.
Said Frog, "Now Sally, me and Ander
been wondering where you do meander?"
Now, Ander was a three-toed toad,
had four before that Sally strode
upon...

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Each time soul’s reborn, it begins anew,
with memory of its past life wiped clean,
feeling vividly each hue as though new,
truth of existence attempting to glean.
Love’s the only rule in this earth life school,
so on blank...

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Day pulses within budding blue eyes.
She lays solo in the rickety bed -
a hand-me-down from a cousin removed.
Dust bunnies swirl and dance overhead
in the early morning sun, beckoning her awake.
A chill in the air sends...

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When the world was quiet 
and life moved with grace,
time measured by seasons 
and years instead of minutes,
and people saw the world as 
close by, with foreign lands 
far away, another universe, 
not quite real,...

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~ Harlan’s Holler ~

Dean Kuch
©2014


The locals say, in the light of day
one can visit Harlan’s Holler,
stay on the path
don't incite the wrath
of the man who lost his daughter.


The townsfolk say, to this very day,
you can...

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In the quiet aurora, where no whisper builds awakening,
No expecting arm to scatter the veil of nights that naturally flee.
Is it the embrace of the ether or the mystery of the wasteland being sifted?
In this...

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“No matter how low we fall, God holds our hand ~
All’s enabled, if this truth we understand”
                  ...

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Daybreak

Desert sun, caress this mountain flat.
Rise and warm, push darkness back.
Engage the Earth, embrace it
for your own names sake,
Awaken the shapes and colors
That daybreak creates.

Establish the season
Wind up clock, cut through the mist 
and shine...

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On befriending silence, heart’s still
whence voids within, on their own fill,
bliss beats rise within, all home grown,
path of love by God has been shown.

Who in truth we are we mistook,
so we browsed through the holy...

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Perpetual beginnings
avoid uncertain endings.
The day ends
forgetting where it started.
One hour wipes a moving face
you had hung on the wall
thinking to mark a passing,
but there is no passing
only the begun again.

A tiny speck floating between us.
Your...

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THE PHARAOHS
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS

		


It wasn’t the Pharaohs that ruled the Nile
It was the priests that sanctioned  their style
As long as the Pharaoh kept playing ball
The priests insured that he’d never fall
To make him acceptable...

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On Christmas day, shines the star of Bethlehem!
Search not for this lustre in the sky,
For within our core, glows God’s gem,
Revealed when narrow ego cravings we decry,
Kissing erst fears and desires a final goodbye.

Recall the...

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Who makes an enemy of a wounded child of God,
Who claim to understand God’s amazing grace
They walk unrighteous paths with feet unshod.

They choose the path to perdition, long and broad,
While all the while seeking to...

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Happy Fathers Day
2015

While forming in my mothers womb
You called me by my name.
In life I went through changes,
Your love remained the same.

There were times I could not know
and times I could not see.
Every thing I...

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As Winter Flees Giving Spring A Begrudging Nod

As winter flees giving Spring a begrudging nod
So the farmer waits to turn over life giving sod
Mother Nature, bows to Heavenly hand of God
Summer too, waits to embrace...

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Oh man, oh stupid moron twerp,
how could you be so bigoted and intolerant?
For I too saw her every blessed night
dancing in the glade, a youthful dance,
moon rays shining through dark boughs,
as she pirouetted, unshod and...

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Worshippers at the Mountains of Madness


Worshipers at the Mountains of Madness
zealots seeking kinship of distant  god
await the searing wind of cold duress
tattered clothe - torn robe - beggars now unshod

clutch thinning air in folded...

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I know of a secret place,
where we may imbibe God’s grace
after giving love our nod,
tiptoeing therein unshod.

Let’s cut to chase, cave of heart,
is where our quest we should start,
invoking bliss magnetism,
to ignite mind-body prism.

First things...

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