Long Wincing Poems
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Michael Joseph Jackson
Michael Joseph Jackson
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and philanthropist. Dubbed the "King of Pop", he is regarded as one of the most significant cultural...
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Categories:
wincing, abuse, addiction, america, angel, anniversary, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
It Won'T Be Dark Forever
Daylight dies
Blackout the sky
Does anyone care
Is anyone there
Enjoy this life
Pop open a Sprite
Roll over to the right and kiss my wife
She's fast asleep
Daylight is trynna come
It's trynna creep
When she...
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Categories:
wincing, cheer up, depression, desire, encouraging, feelings, future,
Form:
Free verse
An Adverse World 7 Plus 7
Living disobediently and having damaging depression was my past
I was an alcoholic drug addict that wanted satisfaction to last
I’ve been constantly abused mentally, physically, emotionally and in all aspects of life as a whole
Will I...
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Categories:
wincing, angst, nature, passion,
Form:
Free verse
A Hero
Once upon a time there was a brave man
he loved the princess and she returned his love
the king saw a chance to test the young man
he set him three tasks to complete to win her...
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Categories:
wincing, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Epic
Ancient Shadows Awaken Into God's Light
Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light
Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from the oceans’ depths,
And insidious and violent nightmares portray bloody and...
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Categories:
wincing, dark, dream, evil, faith, fantasy, god, symbolism,
Form:
Narrative
Ancient Shadows
Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light
Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from the oceans’ depths,
And insidious and violent nightmares portray bloody and...
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Categories:
wincing, dark, dream, evil, fantasy, god, symbolism,
Form:
Narrative
This Years Champion
This Year’s Champion
It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue...
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Categories:
wincing, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Anti Establishmentarian Hashtags Himself As Antithetical
Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical
The following poem crafted
not quite thirty months ago,
when severe bad hair day
found yours truly self sequestered
toying with notion
to coif, primp, and tease, his limp locks,
(whose hirsute trademark...
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Categories:
wincing, absence, allusion, anger, betrayal, fate, feelings, hair,
Form:
Rhyme
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - English translations by Michael R Burch I
“To the Moon”
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Scattered, pole to starry pole,
glide Cynthia's mild beams,
whispering to the receptive soul
whatever moonbeams mean.
Bathing valley, hill and dale
with her softening light,
loosening from earth’s frigid chains
my...
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Categories:
wincing, boy, father, father son, heart, moon, son,
Form:
Rhyme
Theater of Utter Charm Part 2
of terminally opinionated snake charmers
for art's sake of course
well what else could define our course of action
when the end of unknowing
is only a mouse click away
when we'd still rather quack like a sinking duck
and bark...
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Categories:
wincing, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Untitled 9
"You walk away from this disaster unscathed, whilst I
stand next to the wincing tulips that battle Apollo's snapping frost.
Beneath the tweeting birds, unaware of the destruction below,
I stand still. Like a statue. In the spot...
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Categories:
wincing, lost love, me, me,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
This Year's Champion, Collaboration With Patricia Creswell
It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue velvet bag
But...
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Categories:
wincing, childhood, confidence, games, nostalgia, pride, school, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Anti Establishmentarian - Hashtags Himself As Antithetical
Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical
I stand, (albeit figuratively) athwart
current mainstream popular opinions concluded
(i.e. swirling) within
metaphorical eddies storied Senate high court
case in point constituting acquittal regarding
good and plenti jinxed
high crimes and misdemeanors
purportedly linkedin...
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Categories:
wincing, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, betrayal,
Form:
Political Verse
The Live-in -- Part 2 of 3
She here elbowed past me stomping, pausing not (although me whomping
With her wildly swinging handbag – five kilograms, if not more).
Cackling brusquely in a lather, that I should her baggage gather,
She then made a beeline...
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Categories:
wincing, fun, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The Start of a New Poem
It is a night creamed by melting darkness.
Fireflies are obsessed with secrecy tonight
And dim their lights cautiously, frugally.
Crickets and cicadas crepitate with muted
Feelings, sallying wretched, orphaned tadpoles.
I cringe from traditional horror,
Wincing with the power of...
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Categories:
wincing, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Tainted Innocence
Sly smile greets me as eyes feast upon my skin
Undress he silently pleads
Unwanted hands touch thy naked leg
An innocent mind is slowly being tainted
Fornication is written all over his unholy mind
A cringe brings forth a...
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Categories:
wincing, childhood, confusion, depression, loss, body, smile,
Form:
Ballad
Maybe Yes, Maybe No
“Maybe” the doctor said
to the bald girl laying in bed
Her eyes widened in surprise
“Maybe yes?” she sighs
The doctor has already left the room
So the girl is alone to assume
The small boy asks “ice cream...
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Categories:
wincing, anxiety, cancer, children, death of a friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Two Old Gods
Two old men. That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches
Overhead, and crisscrossing the red and black pieces
Upon their welcoming checkerboard.
I...
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Categories:
wincing, age, friendship, games, memory,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Two Old Gods
TWO OLD GODS
Two old men.
That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches
Overhead, and crisscrossing the red and black pieces
Upon their welcoming...
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Categories:
wincing, death, old, old, passion,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Would You Not Prefer a Chair, Mrs Atwood
Would you not prefer a chair Mrs Atwood?
I'm sure we have one going spare
You see that pink sofa that you brought with you
Just won't quite fit up our stairs
Would...
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Categories:
wincing, character, friend, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Part One Narrating Snapping Crackling, and Popping Trembling Underfoot
Part one narrating snapping crackling, and popping trembling underfoot...,
which ushered poetic reverberations across the universe
A snippet of careering and careening
nocturnal cerebral manifestations
attributed to strong medicament
creating soundless clangorous din
ofttimes diabolical dreams
severely disrupt mine ability
to function throughout...
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Categories:
wincing, abuse, adventure, allegory, anger, anxiety, baptism, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Ali'I Drive
Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down
Knifing in between, through volcanic haze
Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns
Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day
Fuchsia blooms explode, steal attention
Pollens mingle on zephyr coastal breeze
Hallowed entry, this tropic dimension
Surf...
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Categories:
wincing, beauty, flower, humanity, nature, ocean, paradise, sports,
Form:
Quatrain
Pain Is a New Thing For Me
Wailing, screaming, and keening were things I was not
familiar with, until I got the shingles in a very tender place.
Then they became my go-to-noises. My husband had to wear
headphones, because it was so loud, ...
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Categories:
wincing, pain,
Form:
Free verse
The Spankgasm
something that doesn’t speak out loud
at parties, but creeps across the fine
dinner table,
through glances, faint touches,
laughs & intentional momentary stares &
changes in the tone of one’s voice,
when s/he makes eye contact,
letting one know that...
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Categories:
wincing, life, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Silence Between Us Tragic Heroes
I hate that I can write this
Because it means on one level or another
One of us failed the other
Or perhaps we failed ourselves
Did I ever know I'd be your tragic hero?
It's hard to predict when...
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Categories:
wincing, angst,
Form:
Prose