Long Wrestles Poems

Oh my soul what hails you?
Oh my soul what awaits you?
Oh my soul why are you in despair?
Oh my soul I have not deserted you
Oh my soul I have something to share
Oh my soul I...

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A Stolen Memory
A Mirthful Chorus
By Sy Roth 


We surrounded him 
Asked to let go.
She stared at the misshapen face,
Unshaven sandpapery skin 
Eyelids a tabula rasa
Fluttery sere skin
And we could see the humor blossoming in his...

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Nowhere Else To Go

Welcome to Israel: Land of Hope.1
(The land of Zion and Jerusalem.)2
Where prophets walked and prophesied,
For their God, our God:
The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.3

And the Lord spoke to Abram, and he...

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It interests me to peer past the drafting
and rewriting shoulder
of Thomas Jefferson,
unhappy slave-owner,
and John Adams,
with domestic slave-owner nuisance issues,
and other principle writing minds 
of original democratic declaration and constitution shaping times,
as they listened to their...

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The constant assault of the silence on his senses is intense 
Hands clenched in fist he wished for noise and bliss
Buddy stopped talking and drinking he begins pacing as he’s thinking 
Tired from walking he...

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The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They decided the...

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Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep

Forlorn; bereft of golden
(slippered) opportunities I weep;
Three score and four years
replete with mailer daemons,
hence mindset adrip
with self denouncing expletive filled bleep
unwritten expressed recriminations
wielded upon figurative head of wimpy blip;
decades elapsed at...

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Like you,
I make choices each moment
of each day.
Apparently,
we review those choices each dreaming moment
of enculturing memory.
We choose within a range
of permacultural resonance
--regenerative polycultural long-range potential for nutritional WinWin resolution--
or cognitive/affective dissonance

Dissonance between our
Left Ego's Exterior...

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Pied tidings of suburbian 
Magpies,
Squawking and squabbling,
Quarreling ferociously among 
Themselves - 
Rush to steal
From off the beleaguered bird 
tables,
To the annoyance of all concerned,
A much begrudged meal;
Before scurrying away into 
Unfrequented woodlands,
Marooned like islands in...

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April 5, 2023 – refracted reflections:

The following lines
haphazardly linkedin 
slap dash fashion
over the course 
of dazed and confused days,
therefore desist reading 
any profound meaning
if you dear reader dare expend 
energy and time perusing 
meandering gibberish....

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A Passing Cloud - Poem by Lora Colon on Poemhunter.com

I like comparing him to a summer cloud
That drifted one day into my life, 
While in his shadow, I found my peace, 
A refuge from the...

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Until His Red-Heart Weeps

In his forest, the Indian avoided the trappings of the white men;
There his footfalls upon soft and clean, untouched virgin ground;
A place where his tired soul can finally reach ever deeper within;
Nature...

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I don’t deserve
This kind of punch to my pride
You used your best left hook, uppercut and jab to my ego
Here desperately griping the corner of the ring
Unable to believe the idea
That he ever felt that...

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…And the obscurity ever so profound…
Stuffing a new-born with apprehension…
Nebulous prophecies it recites…
As my prospect begins to diminish…

The ravens soaring high above…
As fatality becomes the conqueror…
And he dwells in the deep murk…
When the wolves discard...

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Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
alone with the enduring Earth, and Night.
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
who wrestles with his dream; as some pale shape.
Their sharp black heads against a...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
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Anger and kindness reach for richly polar opposition.
So, can I have any more perfect anger
than I have perfect kindness?
Rumi claims that anger reposes during kindness,
but sleep is not death,
while kindness anxiously awaits
during times of quick...

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Rock paper scissors, 
Wizards of utopian flavored wizardry, exquisitely triumphs in every gamble beyond these doors, 
Flawless tangled reversed reflections, remain forever forbidden to thoughtless mentors, 
A cursed emotional seesaw bleeds and wrestles each end...

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Conquistador, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s tercets : Conquistador

Message to fellow soupers: I have been trying to upload, in vain, yet another translation of a 
 Paul Verlaine poem titled: "Ballade in favour of those called...

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I will never forget the man I fell in love with, 
a man who once felt whole, who now bellows 
through broken nights of blood-stained desert, 
who sees ashen faces frozen in sand squalls ...

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Forecasts

 
'...the burnt-out end of smoky days'

                            T.S....

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English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to...

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English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to...

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after playing ball the contestants make there way to the draw wall.
Felling sore from the ride before. no one knows whats in store.
Justin took quite the fall, carson gets his horse out of her stall.
they...

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A mountain of grounded rock reaching to the skies
A rabbit burying into a whole
A pig building a house of straw
Why, concrete little pig, brick and sweat
A tree, untrimmed and ungainly
Buzzing insects, foaming with diseases and...

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