Long Warts Poems

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Two

Rosalia’s Instruments of Evil and Debauchery
Rosalia needed certain tools or instruments of evil and debauchery to successfully pursue her nefandous plans of bringing the people...

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O to tune in to good times of childhood—
To re-live gone-by years, not just to brood,
To lighten dust-laden baggage’s dead tare,
To unburden mind of deadwood afloat, 
To fast-forward to dusky days of old, 
To turn...

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Everybody got a Hollywood life story
to tell
More meat on the bone
give juicier bites 
to sell
Nobody ever turns in a tarnished silver screenplay
Those warts and mistakes
get Photoshop casting couch edited away
Baby Jane rude attitude don’t make...

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Once upon a time in a woodland vale,
A town called Wong had an amazing tale,
Of witches who plotted to harm the townsfolk,
But their spells were so bad they became quite a joke.  

Hubble, bubble,...

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The Journey to the Cosmic Beyond

Life
God’s divine spark heralds our mortal presence on this Earth,
Whilst angels sing their mystic paeans to our cosmic rebirth.
The soul’s constant transformation transcends all mortality,
As it brings each of us...

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I am reading Wendell Berry stories
again,
still,
today.

And notice
over these past several weeks
he unfolds two bipolar themes.

Berry is,
was,
a cooperative Southern neighborhood farmer
of organic hospitality.
His protagonists grow on multigenerational farms
as Berry grows into writing while farming,
thereby farming readers
co-investing...

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True love is
Getting up early every morning in the freezing cold
To go to work to provide 
For the kids and the love
Who was sleeping by your side.

True love is
Is not only doing things we like
But...

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Ms Agnes finally presented herself in front of me and ordered me to stand. I remember 
feeling small as I looked up into Ms Agnes' face, looking into eyes covered with an opaque 
blue film....

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At the age of twenty two I gave birth to my first child to survive. A beautiful 
and flawless daughter with dark brown eyes and hair like mine.  When she turned five years 
of...

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My dedication to Beth Evans
For her 
A poet's duty poetry contest
7th October 2020

A poet's duty

Can come in many different guises

Depends on who or what you
yourself as an individual are 
as the rules are blurred grey

But...

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Two years after the birth of my daughter a son was born to me. Three years had also gone 
since my daughter's warts had vanished when my son turned five years of age and warts...

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Staring into a sky so perfect blue

The wispy white clouds 
highlighted now stand further out

And I am suddenly stood transfixed

And I can feel the sun warming 
comfortably at my back

As I am dressed inappropriately in...

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Grandma took me to a Healer once.  I was only 7 years old and in the third grade. She first 
sat me down and explained that she was having my father drive us from...

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So I found a small skin tag on my inner thigh a few weeks ago and me being the YouTube king ‘Do it yourself-er’ started researching on how to remove skin tags without going to...

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‘If not for you ‘Bri' I might have hated all men'
Sobering words my ‘little sis' said to me, 
But just where it happened, or even when, 
Is a window through which I can't see.

I know...

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There was a garden gnome named Griselda
who lived by my back garden gate
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
to Gregor, her poor garden mate.

She screeched and she stomped as she threw things
like my...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
...

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Goodnight my dear boy and what's that you say?
You want me to chase the bad monsters away?
Well, I'll tell you a tale that may just be true
And if it's made up, it is done just...

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MY CRAZY CREATURES

This rhyme's about creatures of various sorts.
Creatures with fangs, hairy bellies and warts.
They cause lots of mischief all day long.
Mum always blames me but I’ve done nothing wrong. 
These creatures are crazy. They’re...

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We use to be so close what happened to that
I thought we were even making progress
Started talking about emotions to imagine that 
I tried so hard to be something I'm not 
I wanted you to...

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Myopic Discovery Tool

…Strong orchestrated introduction builds to a crescendo....

An artist gifted with a loving partner, for with which she did not seize the day and use each possible moment to cherish and strengthen all the...

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Change Aint Easy

We thought it was so simple back then
Things didn't need to have to make sense
different words were okay, 
yep green on both sides of the fence
We just played
I was a boy
you were a...

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THE PARENTS IN RHYMES: THEIR LIFE, DEATH AND TIMES

BY JULIAN BOWMAN

 
THE PROLOGUE

1

Ten months apart, both parents dead
Their stories swirling in my head;
Memories I cannot neglect,
Compel me to write – and to reflect.
	
My father wrote...

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Never apologize for being exactly  
              the person that you are, warts and all. 
      ...

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aye savor the faire genetic blueprint 
   extant unique to each of us 
   with this quite alimentary aire 
   including (that almighty, 
   bottom, cushiony, dimpled,...

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