Long Wheezy Poems

Long long ago in a lonely lovely hill
When earth was young, handsome and green
Besides the meadow near the curly winding flow
There stood a tree proudly high and spry.

Swaying and dancing in wheezy pleasy breeze
Never was...

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Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will be allowed sometime for a private talk. (that too only...

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It was one of them nights with nothing to do
We sat round the log fire in the inn like you do
Telling ghost stories and massive white lies
Old Harry snuffed his pipe out, light shone in...

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It was an island of piety
out of place in Port Adelaide’s 
working class sea of pubs.
Off the main road,
St Mary’s was a refuge
for the Catholic faithful
and a few wino’s 
pretending a prayer
for an hour of...

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Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight

So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was...

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Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight

So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was...

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In case you wonder why time is past and keep going by
Since last we spoke again, it is my way to retain
Some pride of memory, not crumbling the mind's eye
Like old newspaper stained and littering...

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Sea Czar Caesar sees her seated on a cedar two-seater beside the East Sea Seder.  He grieves since he sees his sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, next her.  

Guinevere is...

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A sense of euphoria grips me from head to toe.
When i think about the memories we share,
from those fun times to the most vulnerable moments.
My hands feel numb
eyes feel saggy
legs feel tired
the heart palpitates.
the breathe...

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Remember the walk we had at a dawn? 
You mocked the fog and sang me a song

I cursed the cascade for being so rackety 
You cursed the wind for being so wheezy

Arms in arms, walking...

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I went to the Tunbridge World’s Fair
Walked among the salt of the earth while there
So proud of the work they had done
And of the ribbons they won
The pigs and the piglets were squealing; the Morgan’s...

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Put me in the corner
See how long I stand 
I will not be a mourner 
I know I'm meant for 
something grand

The stars above me 
They speak to my soul 
Shining with glee
Leading me to my goal

As I get...

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Put me in the corner
See how long I stand 
I will not be a mourner 
I know I'm meant for 
something grand

The stars above me 
They speak to my soul 
Shining with glee
Leading me to my goal

As I get...

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The wind came barefooted on the grass to play
Watch her mood, I will keep my eyes
On the rise and swell of her breast
You count her powder puffs on the skies
Bathroom table, she changes dress
To match...

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This land is played out on a plain bible.
Nightlights smear a frigid fog, the fumes of idling cars.

A flat-lined wind plies its wheezy bellows through burrowing bones,
smothers the distance, douses the glint of rural glimmers.

Knuckled...

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At uncertain times black ice sheers the wind,
The nights snorts a frigid fog
into the fumes of idling cars.

Ohio, once was a light in a hissing bowl.
Land was laid out like a plain bible,
it offered salted...

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Abacus yacht boats pleasy
Banana boats are queazy
Catamaran boats squeezy
Dinghy boats all out easy
Eagle Craft boats too cheesy
Fishing boats yet so breezy
Game boats crazy uneasy
Houseboats creepy sneezy
Inflatable boats fizzy
Jet boats so smokeeasy
Kayak boats much so creasy
Lifeboats...

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Always thought I was in pretty good shape
For a dude of seventy-nine
Until I met up with the basement stairs
Challenged them 9 or 10 times

They won the battle, oh they surely did win
Lifting stuff was damn...

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As fast as a hare
Faster than the sound of a gun
Slow is the still wind 
For us to waft in the air.

Behold, how time walks
Behold, how time jumps
Behold, how time flies
Yesterday . . . gone...

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It’s six dimensions, seventeen senses
The body of my text posess extra caring for death sentences
Set your alarm, cause’ it’s to late for you to adjust 
The streets are too loud for crying, for help or...

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Usually no one f^cks with me when I'm with Susan
Im used to cuttting these dudes up into two pieces
Im into making major movies
everyhting bout Toni screams of blue cheese
baby beaware of new breezy 
even if...

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