Long Winces Poems

You want emotion...
Tell me, ask me, beg me to show you my soul, my secret place where my muses dwell.
My living hell. The tainted sea of all me, so what...so you can wash in the...

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They say it all makes sense now. 
All these medical oddities I've experienced at such a young age. 
My doctor insists that things have to make sense. 
He says it's his job, to find the...

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It’s Sunday morning, my watch shows that it’s 33° and 5:58 am. Surprisingly, half of us are up and motile. My excuse is that I’m scheduled to volunteer at the hospital this morning. 
Leong just...

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solemn thoughts
meanderings
wandering over the night
stars glistening
on seas of ebony
nocturnal whispers, reflections
in moonlight inklings
stars hesitant
to glow, where the past peels back
layers of discord
naked,
scars boldly weeping
remembering…

darkness is a color
faded, distant
almost a prayer
for the moment before
the heart’s snow
falls,...

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Covered Dishes

1

The password is… password, shhh...
Try to remember if possible,
this sure-fire way of getting through the door;
Entering indeed, as with all lithesome ladies,
and their dithering dogs, after
entreating the big dude at the entrance gate,
with licorice...

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I, (though ye feel averse associating
with birth father) attest,
perhaps undeserving your vicariously quest
regaling, surmounting, and triumphing
storied Penn ultimate academic conquest

affirms his pride and joy at
stellar success no credit to this beastliest
inept papa, who winces with...

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Through longing eyes she watches,
The games, the fun, the laughter.
Her heart longs to be a part
Before, during, after.
She winces as they point in her direction,
For the giggling only grows, as they revel in rejection.
A warm,...

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Story 

I pull the dusty well-worn tome
Down from the high shelf in my home
Now blow and scatter all the flecks
As children gather, craning necks.. 

Anticipation glistens in their eyes
As if a fairground vendor's prize
Is handed...

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Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic. Ink on this tapestry...

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I brush back
Her wave of turquoise hair
She winces but doesn’t yet
Pull back
From the salt in her wounds
And the sand on her hips

From the laughing seagulls snatching
Last night’s scrap of words
Leftover
From the plates and lips
Of Sunny...

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"We can choose either to remain heartbroken all the time or with resilience, come back to cheer, as true happiness primarily stems from inside and not through external factors alone. Our happiness is mostly dependent...

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I would practice each day without satisfaction,
longing to capture the moon's oratory.
DeBussy, God, help me, I should say that I'm sorry!
Though my fingers were nimble, I'd lose concentration,
and fumble along with a grumble and sigh....

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Her pen is poised, 
Her mind, unruffled 
A strange smile plays on  her lips. 
The knife caged in  her  iron grip 
Glistens in the moonlight,
Today, she shall set her lover free. 

As...

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It felt so good, like we were movie stars 
You were with me, my friends, in my suped-up car

Through the village street at such high-octane speed
Tyres screech, car screams, girls see.

Bump the kerb, skid through...

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-Daily Poetry #13, February 10, 2017-
Word: Dry

In the glow of the evening, snow falls and litters the ground,
Because of the chill in the air, no one to witness is around. 
In the loneliness of the...

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My mother (a bleacher of bloodstained sheets)
bleaches my dreams the color of bones,
and feeds me on snakes and dirty slate stones.
She winces each time I walk through the door,
a mere apparition (though we’ve done this...

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The losses and trials, are they an exam
because in my life, there is always a jam.

To hold a job, its been a while,
I used to get one with just a smile.

Now, with wrinkles and winces...

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He winces contritely,
The new silver in his hair 
Is only a wise light.
I try not notice for only
He is only my life.

I stare with abandon,
My wine glass
And how it fills red, violet, white
And can only...

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she heard the sound of pigeons overhead
looking up she saw them whirling and gyrating
forming ever emerging patterns in the sky
they soared on and on
until they turned into black dots in the blue

such sights would have...

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The Fool
He calls out in anguish, he winces in pain, he whimpers so softly calling out to her in vain.
He’s tattered, so broken, abandoned, abused, hollowed, forgotten, forsaken, tormented, confused.
A gift did he give to...

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The running man is drenched in sweat
as she flies by in her Corvette,
the music's loud, the bass turned high,
he feels the thrum as she flies by.

He winces at her green Corvette,
she reaches for a cigarette,
he...

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“I deserve to be happy”
they said, jaws set
determination
eyes glazed
Selfish Ones seeing only
what they wanted to see
tunnel-vision of mind's eye
narrowed down to one word
“Happy”
while others' protests
were utterly unheard

Thinking they could
by sheer determination
set themselves free
from the rest
of...

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She heard pigeons overhead.
Looking up she saw them whirling and gyrating,
Forming ever emerging patterns in the sky.
They soared on and on,
Until they became fading black dots in the blue.

Such sights would have sent her to...

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It pirouettes in the air, 
the raison d'être for a black man's inimitability.
Something that keeps a black man bleeding
by a black man's thrust.

As if by some twisted 
Divine stratagem,
he was fated to kneel
that hour, on...

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Lounging around on those long summer days
A cloudless blue sky, so calm and serene.
A buzz in the air, a bee makes his way
As we lay there dozing, living the dream.

Echoes of yelling, of children at...

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