Long Write out Poems

On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won...

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And, if it was the last time…

When do we ever think it will be,
The last smile, the last touch, the last kiss
The last time we whisper in an ear,
The last time we smile into another’s...

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You criticized me to the end of my 
existence. I completely lost myself, simply 
sitting made me anxious.
I was always waiting for you to call my 
name and point out another mistake. Self 
worth. What...

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She walks in the room with courage swinging in her bag, she looked so cool and had nothing significant to lose, her high heels made her look proud and she weather the storm without a...

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Sometimes the silence that is all around
Leaves in my head a buzzing sound
After awhile
I lose my smile
I sit here
Sometimes I feel fear
No other human voice
But it is my own choice
Still
Against my will
Sad enters my head
I...

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I know you won't see this 
but I must say how I felt the last half of year or so.
I was a coward 
but for good reason
for I knew my love was a gross romanticization...

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If music had taste yours would be tofu
Fills you up, but unsatisfying to chew
Let me tell you what I don't want,
Not the same ole same,
Get-stuck-in-your-head-drive-you-insane-music
If I hear another Swift super-hit I swear I'm gonna lose...

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I accept what i need offer up what's left
Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft
Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook
I write out my poems and put together books
The reason I do...

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As the sun fades o’er the water and birds chatter in the grove,
Two old, wrinkled, weary thinkers wander slowly by the cove.
Waves advancing and receding from the edges of the sea
Bring a bittersweet reminder of...

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Because for my disability there is no magic fix
So in the dead of night when the clock strikes midnight
I lean back slowly in my desk chair and I stare into the darkness
And sometimes I just...

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God has His reasons for all things, and I suspect that today The Lord wanted                    ...

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Where does one begin to write,
away from the streets' nioses and children's screams,
forgetting those bouts of loneliness
that evade the inner peacefulness?
One starts with a pad, jotting down appealing ideas...
never having to fear they'll be lost.


I...

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*Edited for general audience*

Why do I still blush
when this man 
that’s no good for me,
says something I’m sure 
he says to five other females,
maybe more.

Why do I find myself
hoping that he’ll carry on with me,
knowing...

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Chorus:
             Barack Obama
             Barack Obama
      ...

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There was no TV, cell phones or I-Pods
When I was a very young lad
You found ways to entertain yourself
No longer the case and it’s sad

Aside from spiders, butterflies and bees
Four others were favorite bugs
They provided...

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throws down his coat in the 
puddle, always wraps his arm 
around, 
squeezes her in public, goes to
church on sunday, shows her off to
his mom, takes her to his favorite bar,
lets her wear his sports...

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By The Mobid Hatred...

Formed By Your Impatience....

As I'm Absorbed By Four Dead Spaceships....

Taken...

To A Mistakin...

Place Witch...

Is'nt Sacrid....

As I Face This...

Anchient....

Masion...

Five Conception Vessels Open....

Deceptive Friends Will Hold Him...

Down...

So Most Men Frown...

When Approached By The Omens Ground...

Of...

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Poems, prose and roses
Poets hate politicians
Poets prefer poking pens at people
P-words, power and paupers
Poets love writing about love
Tears, the sky and meadows

Poets are prostitutes
They are sex vendors
They expose their naked thoughts
To the world
They talk dirt...

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Try to get out of bed early, try to make your bed. Inhale.  
Your off-white bedsheets haven’t been washed in a month.
Try purchasing a new detergent, one of those that’s petal-scented:
2 in 1 Aroma...

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Go ahead!
Break me wide open 
spread me out thin
Thin...as the dough beneath the well dusted rolling pin

Slender my edges and refine my rounded shape
push me away from you with each forceful roll
extend me 
in our...

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Pennilessness shadows black
unemployment endless track
rails tie-er less lee when dumbly staring
overdrawn account issues 
   another clattering smack.

Income pleat undergraduate degree
contributed to the role of a sporadic employee
time to acquire handy dandy blues clues...

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I have been pushed into the shadows.

I live in the darkest depths of my mind.

Along with my demons, we watch the world from our realm.

We watch as everyone roams around being... perfect.

I wasn't perfect.

To be...

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Poetry is my escape when reality becomes too much,
Recently poetry has become my crutch.
When I start to feel like I am drowning in the ocean 
with arms too heavy to swim or make a motion.
I...

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"Be Set Free"


Oh The wonders that thrive inside my mind
Anyone doubting me, I will leave far behind
Come along I promise you an adventure
Happiness is the only well known fixture

Every meal includes macaroni & cheese
Ending war...

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I am an alcoholic, drug-addicted, sex-addicted, control freak, perfectionistic, bipolar schizo-effective, ever-dishonest, double-minded ever-makeshift fellow ex.

As I apply myself continually towards this effort I am now addicted to just what will bring the most peace,...

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