Long World weary Poems

Wise words will tell you
To follow all of your dreams
And that the only goal in life
Is to ultimately succeed
And that you can visualize 
And set a goal
In order to achieve
But I ask you now
What’s the...

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etherial entities, Elsewhere and Elsewhen
  less than omnipotent but exceeding their parts
  abide in Netherverse, universal children
  intertwining potentials conceive child of their arts

  a difficult birth through a point of...

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From the Nostril Vortex

I breathe in your perfumed 
Plasma leaves from the nostril vortex.
I thrive in the pleasant scenes and velvet touchings. 
I wince like a skybird earthbound.
Dare to escape from me. 
Dare to hide...

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A Perfect Company
By: Noel N. Villarosa


They are the big fish in a small pond
They received kudos and power widely
With their bunch of fives used as their wand
They dominate while sitting idly

Been tasked in carrying coals...

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WHEN I BIT MY TONGUE

There was once a day,
While I was walking,
When I bit my tongue’s tip,
Accidentally perhaps or,
Did someone think of me?

But the matter was,
My teeth slipped,
As I was biting through,
A shelled peanut,
Unstopped by...

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Sitting watching the world, weary, contemplating life cold and dreary, 
Upon a rock within a mountain which I'd often tread upon before,
As I wallowed, spirit maddening, quietly there came a saddening, 
Much like a hammer's...

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My vacuum cleaner’s broken, 
sits in the garage gathering dust 
Beside dad’s old green car,
oxidising an orangey rust
I tried washing it last week, 
and the water turned to wine
Well the colour miraculously looks,
venetian turpentine 

World...

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Who in the heck am I now?

I used to know
Not so long ago
But who the heck 
am I now?

The days have changed me
Rearranged me
I barely know 
myself now

I still look the same (mostly)
But I’m not…...

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Wrapped up in a suit of mandarins
playing hop-scotch with 
a hillbilly from Enniskillen
whose left leg is filled with
soot and yellow dust
all wrapped up in a festering, 
three week old banana crust.

A Marilyn Monroe figure 
enters...

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The suburban pressure cooker expelled its multiethnic horde north. Laden with implements of leisure, bicycles, kayaks, canoes and camping gear; world weary travelers of urban and suburban bent surged north ever, north. Bucking, they wrenched...

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A moment long ago

The farmer said he needed sand for the fenced-in chicken run
Off we went, hooking the cart to our tiny female horse that had
been so sweet a foal, she was named Dokka (doll)
The...

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He was jaded with prostitutes.
The young ones were vacuous,
their bodies unleavened bread.
The mature models scored
by the violence of disappointment.
Both the naive and the world-weary
were dull molds.

The sculptor and anatomist, 
delved deeply into the inquiry of...

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Labyrinthia  P. Babineaux  ……………  The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward

Papa  Babineaux  …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary

Algebra Babineaux  ………………………  The even-tempered Mother

Bumblebee  Babineaux  …………………...

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When I am writing I have a companion/
no it's not human, it's an animal one/
a little black kitty that sits on my desk/
I love her to bits but she can be a pest/

Standing on the...

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Cut loose, cast adrift
from all I set out to accomplish.
Thrown to the other shore
by a stream I was sure would carry me to the sea.
Stranded at the source
words replaced thought, images replaced word
to leave me...

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Journey's end of the final leg of our life.
Our independence, our kids want to take away.
You do your things and just please let us do ours.
The youth think their elders are lapsing into apathy.
No longer...

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Dawn arrives in a dark widow’s shawl.
A hard sea rubs raw
the knuckled bones of the shore.

The first thing a sailor sees as he dreams of arrival
are the white hands. Sometimes the hands
are land marooned seagulls,
sometimes...

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Outward swing saloon doors,
Hanging heavy in the midday sun
Where but fools or legends walk
Burnt and scarred,
World weary

The gecko sings

Slow, rhythmical, a slow heavy march
Whining in the din of midday silence

The dust stirs
In the saturated air
Storm’s...

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This is it
I give up
I throw in the towel
I draw the curtains
I pull down the shades
I close the doors shut
Finito
The end;

No more haggling
No more beseeching
No more whining
No more whimpering
I'll call it a day,
Saddle sore
I am...

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Evening Panorama


 
When the moon is intransigent to a gloomy cloud
Stars filching to stare the horizon
Sparkling luster luring across the sea
Lunged me to stroll along the seashore

Hear the wave’s commotion
Offshore to see slowly vanishing lamp...

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I do not recognise my own face.
I have stared at this mirror too long.
Features blurred beyond understanding:
My eyes, nose and mouth seem to be wrong.

Eyes
filled with uncertainty;
glazed with world-weary despair;
no longer conscious of suffering;
unwilling and...

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Ancient eyes, full of cold wisdom,
Long forgotten are the joys,
That once lit up their lives,
Ancient eyes unseeing of the bright colors,
That once lit up the wonder in their soul.
Ancient eyes, so empty and alone.
broken in...

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He stands on the corner and watches the crowd
From a distance with safety in mind
He smiles at their antics and applauds when it’s time
though he knows he's not one of their kind

Then he pulls up...

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More than the grand fireworks display,
above chart-topper music blast;
What is the highlight of this night -
The Media Noche, New Year’s toast.

Above chart-topper music blast,
stay still awhile, to breathe our thanks;
A farewell to the year that...

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World-weary, war-torn, weather-beaten
A poet is but a beleaguered soul,
A hopeless wanderer, a rootless wayfarer
Misunderstood often
Misinterpreted, ridiculed
Scorned by his lady luck
Spurned by his muse,
Wizard of imagination
reigning over a fantasy land,
He’s of a ragged spirit
striving to shape...

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