Long Unswept Poems

His seared look, from a painted gird brow dons,
a face like Van Gogh with both ears, though just,
as lost, looks about an empty room of challenges,
that is built high on lost convictions, drowns in a,
festering...

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Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
 On going is the beat of the drum that leads these men 
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score 
 A battle ground where...

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You may talk of submarines 
And of other war machines
As you sip your beer and talk of yesteryear.

You may even look with awe
At the ships that roll and yaw,
And the carriers as steady as a...

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Blood-full, swollen 
Ripe with hunger 
of all varieties 
Fevered, sweltering 
A sweaty temple 

Rusted, cobwebbed 
Unswept and unwashed 
Distant, Left swinging 
In the wind, far from notice 

Heat lightning! Strike the ground!
Boil, tumble, the shape...

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Unrestrained Summer Fun

Unrestrained summer fun. Uninvited Feds frolicking, throwing unarmed people in unmarked vans. Rollers ride, with unchecked power, distributing death to those undeserving of it. Millions sick, from unseen marauders. Poets fueled, by undead...

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Although it’s almost autumn
And the stands are stacked with mums,
It somehow feels like we’ve been stuck
With summer’s unswept crumbs.

For temps are in the 70’s,
So folks are wearing shorts;
And baseball scores are still a part
Of all...

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A dark whispering fear clogs 
my mind like an old Victorian 
chimney, unswept for decades. 
An over anxious lump sticks to 
my throat like the mucus of a 
thousands deadly plagues. 
Insomniac mist settles on...

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White rope of sunlight
Tethered through my chest
Shot clean through to my spine.
Gordion knotted to my backbone.
I can feel the knuckles of it
Between my shoulder blades.
Pinching rope with a yawn.
No contortion reaches the lonely
Mark, the treasure...

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One who has anger kept
Has never ever he leapt
Beyond boundary and wept
For his misfortune slept
Because of his wrong concept
As Ashwathama’s concept.
Nobody here is ever unwept;
So don’t always backswept
By certain emotions inept 
Like Anger and have...

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