Prologue Poems

One Final Truth: The Prologue

dear readers
let me be an invitee to read these files
about the same place where you live but
chose to live in complete denial

don't be a traitor, don't ignore the cries
this place gave you oxygen, water, air and
every source meant for your survival
even in the adversity of times

dear readers
our house is on fire, the ice is melting
you're
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Categories: prologue, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Poem of Creation - Prologue

I sing the God Almighty’s Creation
Whereof were firstly born Adam and Eve
former seed of any human Nation
at the time they could only conceive
the joyfulness with no desperation
In the Eden still so far to receive
The challenge of that infernal snake
Who wanted to be a godlike fake!

I also sing about the brave men strays,
Straight descendents  from
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Categories: prologue, bible,
Form: Rhyme


Campus Confessions: The Prologue

hold the rope tight, never let go of a safe hand
the journey ahead is far too brutal to make sense
what once seemed fated, shall shatter one's hopes
the idea of love was born from a poet's thought

lover's rose from the ashes to finish their lovelorn stories
heart wrapped in barbed wire yet still beating-
for the one who
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Categories: prologue, love, love hurts,
Form: Free verse

Prologue

Felt this uneasy tide of disdain
the world around me seems too mundane
eyes have lost the shine
lost the path I never knew was mine
this seems like a never-ending dream
heard an encroaching scream 
uneasy rhythm oozing from these pores 
saw a reaching hand, but it was all too blurry
salt brimming the eyes, my lies swallowing me inside
never
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Categories: prologue, angst, conflict, deep, emotions,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberPrologue to Springtime

Written: April 22, 2024

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Whimsical whispers of spring wallow,
     Awakening from nature's languid tingle.
          You were maundering to strike back,
     
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Categories: prologue, analogy, beauty, spring,
Form: Free verse


Prologue The Mall continued


    Besides noticing a few people who quickly turned away into the stores, (like a cockroach when the light switch is activated.) Penney also noticed that she had forgotten her bra. Well, she didn't forget one and didn't usually even wear one, but in this instance it really helped them out. The
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue Mall Getaway

"It was a beautiful whore of a day", he reasoned, "maybe she will have even less on !"
The little band of misfits garnered the stares of mall patrons as they ran as fast as their puppet legs could manage, (without being high on a coke/steroid cocktail, called a Dynobowl). (There was also blood doping, which
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue Chapter Two


     Whoopie stayed there counting all the white people leaving while flatulantly writing a letter to the Israeli people, denying their right to exist and denying the holocaust happenings and carboned a copy and a speech for the Irish-denying that they too were slaves and that slavery was a black thing
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue Still Chapter 1 don't get ahead of yourself




     RufePal kept muttering "jv" team as it looked 
around the room,
hoping to find someone underage to mentor to.

Michael blurted, "you and your precious 
America! You are so gullible and trusting.
Penney started singing, "Scotty doesn't know, Scotty doesn't know oh...so don't tell Scotty."
Shut, the, fuuuu, up!
Do you think Bill Gates bought
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue Chapter 1



      Gus shook his head and began pairing 
everyone up in teams...
Then, WailersWitch walked in.
Followed closely by EllenDegenerate 
who was sniffing behind WailersWitch 
and snaking the air with her forked tongue 
between her fingers.
Degenerate had a shirt on that suspiciously 
resembled buildings at Little St. James Island,
a resort for orphans
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue Post Treason



      LizPiggo began gobbling up the bodies of the four Cartel members. "What"! Her newly aware look at her comrades, questioned in a somewhat hurt and astonished manner, their judgmental attitudes. "We have to get rid of the evidence!" She whipped out a bottle of Uncle Ray's barbecue sauce and
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue 10 Assorted and misc pangs and bangs


      The atmosphere was alive and palpable,
 surreal really
as the aegean blue of electrons after a 
summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor.

       The little company looked one to another, 
spellbound by the new revelations. "Hillary and the
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue 9 The Unveiling



    Gus was confused as soon as he said it. 
"That was me, but it wasn't, I mean", he stammered, 
"I said it, but it wasn't from my mind!" 
Penney looked at Gus and reasoned, 
"that is a message, you barnacle brain!" 
She continued, because she HAD to. 
"The spirits need our
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue 8 Ouija



Gus didn't have the original pointer that came 
with the Ouija, so he used an extra Indian feather, 
since it came from a real Indian, 
it may prove to be advantageous. 
Since Indians were the closest to the spirits, 
(accept for Joel Osteen, 
who is not a snake oil salesman at all). 
He looked around
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

Prologue 7 Gus, Master of Puppets


   
When Gus returned into the room Penney was 
beating the crap out of Silky! Apparently he and 
Vatican 2 podiatrist "Peter" had struck 
a prostitution deal involving San Francisco. 
Penney, beach slapping a bloodied Silky, was yelling, I ain't no punk bottom beach. Now, you work for me ! 
Silky was sniveling
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Categories: prologue, art,
Form: I do not know?

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