Long Woosh Poems

WHO BE YOUR FRIEND:
INTRO:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Who be you friend? 
That persorn who never dey lef you side...
No matter what. (no matter what) 
That persorn Wey go talk you di truth... 
No matter what......

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Though I am but a Janitor
Roger White
A dim yellow light filters the tiny room with shadow and pale glow.
In a bucket - trickle, splash, whirl, woosh, trickle.
The door groans and quietly latches. Wheels squeak, rubber...

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The pendulum starts gaining speed again
I can’t sleep
I feel so guilty keeping you around
I shouldn’t
I should not do this to you
If I were truly your friend
I would set you free
I should
I should
So why can’t I
Why...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze, 
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here! 

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence 
growing...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their loud screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here!

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as...

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Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist 
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their screeching waking sleepyheads 
before their coffee, it's July the 4th, 
the holiday is here!

Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as sunlight...

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Snick-woosh, rushing stream
Clink, gurgle, doppler shift
Glub then tinkle, drip drip
Crystal scrape metallic
A plastic click, pause, muffled hiss
Gurgle, snort, chuckle, snuff
Plink… Plink plink… Drizzle, drip, drizzle, drop
Coffee is brewing

Dry rustle, crinkle, pages on wood
Chock, thwock, slap,...

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I

one Fine-
morning    when the garden was misty-
ethereal the beauty
birds mellifluous

brouhaha   loud    and donnybrook

a   gang came
fluttering over the fence and
canoodled the flowers
sweetly

when the day was infinite...

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The croft was the centre of our universe,
About it all day we kids would converse.
We talked of raiding a few streets away, 
We would steal their wood without delay.
Then on the night, we stood, eyes...

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I wake up at five each morning, I hear cock a doodle doo
my stomach’s gurgling but I won’t eat until I'm through;
as the horses need feeding on hay and crunchy  carrot,
and I must give...

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From the deck of our cabin nestled high in the trees is a great place I maintain
to ponder the meaning of life as you sit and watch the rain.

You see each raindrop gently falling…you hear...

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THE WIND

   The wind moves like an eagle
             Moving ever so fast in the air, man soars
    ...

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Smell of fresh horse dung on the breeze,
Not far away, just north of here,
Keep walking on the rocky ground ,
No panic, yet no fear,

Palm island Prison, I escaped,
Swam ashore, I nearly died,
Saw the fins of...

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It's midnight,
The wind could care less about skin that shout "I'm to weak for burning freeze".
It's still passing by with the dark rain clouds in the sky.

Woosh!,
It knows my mind's destination,

Home.

I'm craving for the savoring...

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i sit and i stare up there into the night
hoplessly awaiting your arrival
to sweep me off my feet and woosh me away

somewhere over the sunset lies love ever after
wrinkled pages of old time lovers 
drift...

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She lay on a black velvet bed,
With black roses engulfing her face,
That face so pale as moonlight, her lips red,
A mirage she is, waiting for his embrace,


So silent, a shadow, he enters the chamber,
With silent...

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I jumped off a plane,                              ...

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~A Drama Like No Other~

She is helpless
They are hopeless
And have been damaged beyond repair

She fought hard
Tried her best 
Alas her breath left long ago

But the curtains still fall
People do bawl
As the sound of steps fills...

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“The moon’s vision of humanity 
Was something that it once desired  
Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered  
As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans  
The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence...

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To The North Pole Of Course  (Part Two)  
 
The farmlands, bridges and countrysides woosh by in a rush 
then vanish before my eyes at a hundred and twenty six miles per hour.
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Woosh, there goes my life
I need to have a gripe
Minute by minute, hour by hour
Absorbing all your fire power
Shouting at me, hear and there
Ceramic crashing everywhere
God, you need some pills
To introduce you to some chills
To...

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An isolated silhouette grows
amongst cowering greens as
an aimless impression yonder
trace mimicking lifeless postures. 

Outlines vanish from the capture
as that raises a different outcome,
yet the instinctive mingling seems
to handily host its surroundings.

An uncomfortable challenge awaits
the undaunted...

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Pickles Graham heard the woosh,
Amber liquid showered his moosch (face)
Startled by the sudden shower,
Aromatic pizzle power,
An Mooga Wilson going crook,
"What are you doing there Pickles,
At this time and hour?"
Empty piddle pot empowered,
Stop moaning theres no...

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Woosh, woosh
How chilly it is this very day

Rustle, rustle
How peaceful it sounds

Sniff, sniff
How exotic the smells of food around town

But there's one thing that is out of the ordinary, 
You pass me by and a...

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