Long Whirs Poems
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I Wait With Bated Breath For C Cure T Clarence
I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence
The following crafted
approximately midway
into the administration
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...
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Categories:
whirs, america, anxiety, appreciation, character, confidence, fate, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Steampunk
In the copper-clad cradle of time
where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams.....
the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts.....
veiling the calculus of progress
a manuscript etched by steam and soot.
Hark The hiss of pistons proclaims
a triumph—or perhaps a dirge—
for we...
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Categories:
whirs, literature, mythology, technology, time, visionary,
Form:
Narrative
Sonnet 14, Part 3 of 3
11. They came to devour and sin.
I was briefed by a cornucopia of beings:
From Torchwood, ARGUS, SHIELD and their kin;
The Talamasca, The Shop and MiB Greens;
A BPRD agent who was burning in Hell;
The Syndicate, Consortium,...
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Categories:
whirs, evil, fantasy, fear, horror, magic, scary, science
Form:
Sonnet
I Wait With Bated Breath
I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)
(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
...
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Categories:
whirs, 12th grade, 9th grade, grief, inspirational, parody,
Form:
Free verse
A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR BLUNTS THE SHARP BLADES OF REALITY
"Humor can alter any situation and help us cope at the very instant we are laughing." –Allen Klein
A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR BLUNTS THE SHARP BLADES OF REALITY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I lay on the table, a modern-day sacrificial...
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Categories:
whirs, 12th grade, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Murderer
There's a murderer outside the door.
He wields a chainsaw because he's a fanatic for extravagant antics.
Fantastic.
He's manic. A bipolar man suffering the manic stage.
Some would say the diagnosis said otherwise. Some would say a misdiagnosis....
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Categories:
whirs, anxiety, confusion, fear,
Form:
Free verse
I Wait With Bated Breath
I Wait With Bated Breath...
(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing
haint no crime -
at least...
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Categories:
whirs, 10th grade, 12th grade, 9th grade, fashion,
Form:
Free verse
A Thousand Whispers
When you stand under a waterfall you can't hear anything except the pounding water against your well-tuned ears. A flourish of a thousand whispers imploringly narrate their story to you of a thousand miles. Fortunately...
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Categories:
whirs, allegory, allusion, anger, anxiety, imagery, water,
Form:
Free verse
Naminara Island
You unfold the mantles of paradise in my eyes,
As I, ambassador of beauty in curtsy arms, rise!
...
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Categories:
whirs, love, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
A Lovely Little Daydream
I like it when she talks
I like the way her hands fly through the air, animating, orchestrating a ballad of colourful characters, each word coupled with a swoop or sway or swing or charade.
I like...
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Categories:
whirs, beautiful, beauty, cute love, for her, love,
Form:
I do not know?
Making Hay
Making Hay
by
Kevin Fairbrother
…
Gradually winter fades, spring has begun
The ground will warm up, the grass will grow
The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer
This will make the grass grow and grow
…
The hot days with...
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Categories:
whirs, farm, imagination, rain, seasons, strength, weather,
Form:
Free verse
Birds In Words
The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from winged friends of every kind.
Listen with the ears of your...
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Categories:
whirs, bird, cry, meaningful, nature, song, sound, words,
Form:
Couplet
Taras Shevchenko
Taras follows me—
wherever I go, giving such
inspiration, consent and dares me to speak
out my mind; encouraging me
to search for freedom, thru my
thin voice, against the treacherous tactics
of life. Again...
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Categories:
whirs, education, inspirational, life, nostalgia, people, places, thank
Form:
Lyric
Grandpa's Shaving Mirror
On life’s sweet sage trail, there are many things we see:
Like grandfather’s ranch house where good times used to be.
There’s a ancient shaving mirror hung on a nail,
That he used to shave his face each...
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Categories:
whirs, childhood, cowboy-western, death, nostalgia, time, old, mirror,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
The Prince Stands Tall
Ah, behold
Prince William in uniform,
chiseled chin held high under ceremonial sunlight,
a speech polished like his medals,
echoing across parade grounds
as cameras hum like obedient bees.
“Duty, honor, courage,”
he proclaims,
as if reading from an antique scroll
dusted off for...
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Categories:
whirs, america, pain, parody, peace, philosophy, power, war,
Form:
Free verse
Down the Primrose Path
Down the Primrose Path
Beautiful and pleasant summer evening
away from the madness among the yawing
breath of brilliant sunset. Slow ease moving
lilac mood of twilight, welcomes me dreaming.
Lost in my steps, neglecting to listen...
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Categories:
whirs, dark, fear, garden, imagery,
Form:
Lyric
Tympani Tenebrous
Tympani, beat tremendous!
Like thunder roll above!
Dark matter a-tenebrous;
Knowest thou of love?
Ah, young master. In good time!
Riddles, rivers, rhyme!
Griddle, fiddle, sugar, slime.
Covert cold cut chime.
All right, sir, but in earnest;
Full, brass bull, trull, wool?
Summertime, hot clime,...
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Categories:
whirs, dedication, destiny, devotion, encouraging, endurance, engagement,
Form:
Rhyme
Discombobulated
My love for words creates mental pain-
when they race around in my befogged brain.
I sit here dreaming- pen held in my hand;
mind burning aglow with ideas so grand.
To be very frank, the two oft...
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Categories:
whirs, poetry, writing,
Form:
Couplet
garden love
.
in mine torso's
limbs
...
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Categories:
whirs, extended metaphor, garden, love,
Form:
Romanticism
Love Bones
Bedsprings crochet bones together.
His back is sutured to gripes
stitched to gummy joints.
In the toilet, avoiding the mirror,
humming softly,
shunning conversation with himself -
the ceiling drips a sump of memories.
The park --- Frances revolves confused.
"I don't understand."
A...
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Categories:
whirs, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
Love Bones
Bedsprings crochet bones together.
His back is sutured to gripes
stitched to gummy joints.
In the toilet, avoiding the mirror,
humming softly,
shunning conversation with himself -
the ceiling drips a sump of memories.
The park --- Frances revolves confused.
"I don't understand."
A...
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Categories:
whirs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Shadow Riders On the Wind
With campfire's red embers fading
And cattle bedded down for night--
A veil of clouds is descending
And the horses don't quite seem right.
In the distance a storm's brewing
With silver flashes of pale light--
Snakes are restless with strange...
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Categories:
whirs, anxiety, dark, death, horror,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
In the Mouth of Desire
in the mouth of desire, inverted spires
lean toward the grots of Hell.
tongues forked, skewered with sapphires
in the mouth of desire, inverted spires.
Adam's apple burning cores, as moths for martyrdom's fires.
on the path to perdition: many...
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Categories:
whirs, betrayal, bible, celebrity, corruption, extended metaphor, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
How To Write a Poem About Grief
Love and admire someone
Deeply,
Build a castle with him
Brick by brick,
Paint the walls with frescoes,
Draw dreams.
Hold him
When the illness comes,
Cook him chicken broth,
Kiss his sweaty forehead,
Suction his wounds,
Puff his pillows.
Drive him to the hospital,
Listen to the...
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Categories:
whirs, grief,
Form:
Free verse
Father
The gentle whir of the machine
pumps temporary relief into your veins.
It happens more than it did;
even yesterday.
You sigh.
The tight grip of your hand relaxes
I release mine and rub some life
into dead fingers.
You never held my...
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Categories:
whirs, bereavement, death, father son, i love you,
Form:
Free verse