Long Unstopped Poems

No youngster himself, Fred often repeats what his father used to say: 

"There are always preludes to hell." 

For Fred one of those preludes is waiting for service people, folks who fix the things in...

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WHEN I BIT MY TONGUE

There was once a day,
While I was walking,
When I bit my tongue’s tip,
Accidentally perhaps or,
Did someone think of me?

But the matter was,
My teeth slipped,
As I was biting through,
A shelled peanut,
Unstopped by...

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AS I LOOK BACK,INTO THE  MANY YEARS OF MY LIFE I REALIZE I WAS SUFFOCATED
I NOW UNDERSTAND WHY IT FELL APART,THERE WAS NO ROOM LEFT FOR ME
LET ALONE YOU TO BREATHE.I PLUGGED UP MY...

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Ruins are abounding in that mind of yours;
Walls that have crumbled are causing pause for step.
Treading lightly in intention;
 don’t want to break the only pretty thing that remains.
Casual introductions are made in smoky rooms,
...

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these radiating, seemingly 
endless rows of dust-choked porticoes
in the bustling Roman forum.

Receding to the vanishing point:

sun-drenched streets,
Ways to, hours for due mythology;

busy temples; gleaming marble columns;
massive, stone arches rising through
the wafting dust, through climbing, curling
shafts...

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Silence, darkness.
Not a light in the furthest
Reaches that my eyes can test,
And yet,
There’s a shimmer, a glimmer,
A hint, a rumour,
Of hope yet to come.
A tremble in the earth.
Trembling expectantly, eagerly.
And as that shimmer, ever brightly,
Increases,...

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The dead can still be warmly applauded
Who on us in some field had lorded
And his overripe honours remembered
Which he himself must’ve numbered.

A piece of provocation
When earnestly it had been waited for,
A never lessening expectation
From every...

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Snared

We have all become entangled
Little snares, have never strangled
A shoelace tight that won’t untie
A hole we dig with cloudy skies

The rain that falls can feed the crops
Or fill your fear with tears unstopped
As rising tides...

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Lonely roads,
He walked unstopped.  
By his side were a 
Pony and a pillow

The pillow was faceless.
The pony did not talk.  
Yet his friends they remained.  

Unable to seek…

Unable to walk the brighter...

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Slash the stars hot
Strive to shift all
The blood in "oh no"
Cold rows at most slopes
Us splash a lot
Blood on our shirts
Why tear the skirts 
Of innocent hurls
Burning in upheaval
Heat that freeze
Many of slots beads
Us stretch...

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A blessed evening by sin unspoiled,
Cleansed by blood not by sin tarnished
Upon the accursed tree of Calvary,
Shed by one by his own people banished.

I'm grateful for the Blessed Nativity
At the cowshed of Bethlehem,
And for the...

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A blessed evening by sin unspoiled,
Cleansed by blood not by sin tarnished
Upon the accursed tree of Calvary,
Shed by one by his own people banished.

I'm grateful for the Blessed Nativity
At the cowshed of Bethehelem,
And for the...

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