Long Weepy Poems

MULBERRY TREES AND BUTTERFLIES 

Don’t go back to heavy sleep
dwell in the wakefulness 
of I AM THAT I AM
here mulberries and butterflies 
beckon across filtered fences
which you can comely climb
for a bountiful bestowing 
pick, a...

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Dragon was feeling persnickety one day, he wanted his Dragon magic back.
The Elven King had bound it for 100 years, to protect those who magic lacked.
Every young dragon needs to first learn… to live a...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old...

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Without a creepy doubt,
I’ll be going that narrow, non-weepy route
Going with the flow of my own flow
Of my own soul as a whole, as a whole

There’s a masquerade party in my soul
Hmm ohhh 
There’s a...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the cold.
Black or white, no compromise,
no colours clothe the empty streets,
as...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
And now he’s gone forever, always
And my life is finally my own!

You say you saw me after crying
By that open storm drain near...

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White America is uncomfortable with moving forward,
they want their future to go back to the past

“Make America Great Again!” 
A brand chiseling, 
cave wall jingo retail sale slogan
Snowflakes wanna hear the retro frost sound
of Viking...

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Lig Na Basate was a dragon of Celtic lore.

Lig Na Bastate travels the breadth,
Of Ireland for his meal.
Beware the brimstone of his breath,
Your fear you must conceal.

To stand and claim your victory,
Against this Devil’s tool,
To...

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The hunger

Horrendous afternoon, breeze chose to be still
Dilapidated hut in the midst of the hill
Frail and fragile sat she at the threshold
Crying baby in lap about an year old
Both wrapped in rags covering their bony...

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The Yellow Dog


A skinny yellow dog walked 'round
Needin' to find some shade
The dusty little one street town
Was hot as God has made

He eyed the flagpole in the square
No shadow could he see
He raised his leg...

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When I think of regret, its like a very cold river
At first I was ankle deep, now neck-in my body shiver
How fast I'm being pulled by the current adds to my torment
Pity, Revulsion, Anger came...

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Why am I so quirky when it comes to my daily routine?
for I always thought these things could go unforeseen.
Last night I pulled out a microwavable meal of cuisine, 
looked at the time to cook...

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Hold your tongue, please
I don’t want to hear you tell a lie
You made a wrong turn,
now you wanna try 
to exit right with a cry

Tears that once would’ve moved me,
they just make me wanna say...

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Hold your tongue, please
I don’t want to hear you tell a lie
You made a wrong turn,
now you wanna try 
to exit right with a cry

Tears that once would’ve moved me,
they just make me wanna say...

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...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night'
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...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night'
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When the day dwindles pale...with my tall mug of ale
I'm a weepy ole' fool , it is quite plain to see 
I'll  shed many a tear ore'  the wee smallest thing
I am known...

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Nightscapes

...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night' 
       by T.S. Eliot


Late night summons
madmen, madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in...

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Message in a bottle

I love the coast and a fresh morning breeze
The salt air inspires me for no reason at all
The sun rises, as I ponder this great universe
God’s great earth is a miracle bestowed...

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I am poor still live a human life...
 Live in shack, wear a rag,
 Eat from trash, beg in streets,
 Eat not when I want, but when I find, 
 Shrunken belly, faded face, 
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I spun a dream, and bedded down
in cradles of tomorrow.
I never heard the silent sounds
of that approaching sorrow.

I knew that trials would come
but pledged I would be brave 
you and I were both so young
with...

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