Short Protracted Poems

I live in the shadow indices of lives
protracted-preborn-preordinate--
deaths intentional as beloved exiles....

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A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee -
Like a galaxy - 
Shimmering and slow.

Dawn is utterly quiet;
Moon beams - thin and long -
Cleave to the flooring
Each protracted moment....

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Sit a spell young fellow

Hear the whisper of the Dahlia?
She sings in the summer breeze
While protracted sounds of fallow symbiosis
Whine between your ears

What appears by nature randomized
Preselected for your eyes
Hailed to halt the wanderer
You falling into wonder pale...

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The Hitchcockiain dream sold me a frightfull silence

Filled with the screams of forever

Fate married a closed gate there

And expectations raped by losing hands destroyed all I held dear

This empty kiss left me bouncing brain cells off of concrete walls

And yerning for the protracted silence that ends at dawn to hurry on...

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With queries and questions
for a year-long protracted night,
understanding came in a instant,
I believed.

       Going home, alone, accompanied 
       by a weird, unfamiliar light;
       I drove off a familiar cliff.
       They bereaved.

Instead of  mortuary, a mansion
designed by spirit, not by might
I’m home amid thousands 
well- received....

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Protracted Years
Written: by Tom Wright
6/18/2018

Protracted years have seen,
My days become scratchy, 
Like a cheap pen’s nib on a cardboard box,

And my thoughts are silent utterances,
Of developments long ago; 

Today, my sub conscious is plagued,
By besetting remembrances, as I jettison things,
And find no moments for retention;
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Zorro swings and Zorro falls,
sadly landed on someones balls
excommunicated from the mall,
for gross protracted screaming.

Zorro on the crutch of one,
slapped down by a redneck nun,
pivoted crutch to plonking run,
so bad he must be dreaming?

Springing for his horse so black,
drop kicked his oolies slack,
glad it wasn't a donkey Jack,
the Z man enterprising.
Don Johnson 6-aug-11 ...

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Autumn 2019
Written: by Tom Wright
10-7-2019

I’m always looking forward,
to the arrival of fall.
 As I scan the skies above,
I see the Geese that call.

When leaves begin turning,
in an array of hues.
Would be my favorite season,
if but one I could choose.

The leaves fade then fall,
trees are left standing nude.
During our protracted winter,
thoughts on spring are glued.
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Sifting through shadows of lost innocence
heaviness weighs chill eroding hope's gilt
skeletons wrought of protracted suspense
whisper pierce dissonant symphony's lilt
lifting vague reminders of dreams unbuilt
on shores of sanity.  Love lesson learns
over broad spans tumultuous yearning burns
deep rumbling blunt warns solemnly heeded
quite sensibly calm maturity earns
tender strength soul protection when needed....

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IT DON’T PRETEND
It doesn’t on fun every day entices
It goes out of it way and no vices
It believes as it was on the credo nicea
It is not on the materials and frivolities

It wants to be always protected
Argument it hates to be protracted
Never does it want lazy and dead
Let the blood be bound and blessed

Don’t make me fade and deteriorate
I hate those that always frustrate
Let hear your diction and not romance
I AM LOVE don’t kill my fragrance....

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The protracted barks of a chained-
Up dog pleading for company:
Beseeching, entreating from us
Attention he sadly deserves.
His master lounges unaware
In his grand house of glass and wood
While the pooch lives in misery
Neglected and misunderstood.
If perchance their places were changed
For one single day you can bet
The pet not a bit inhumane
But the man insisting complains
That his collars too *oddamn tight
And you’re letting me in tonight....

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Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations,
From left to right grow these numbing sensations,
A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown.

Time hibernates in this moment protracted,
Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted,
Senses into overdrive, does pain show you’re still alive?

Oxygen masks, Coxes’ rowing commands,
Heart beat machines is what love demands,
“You need time to relax”, prescriptions from Quacks,
Is love just a commonplace heart attack?...

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An hour ago
At the embassy
Fleets of steels sighing
Protracted protocols prying
Exodus of seekers of greener pastures murmuring
Hanging hangars rusting and resting
Busy bees bullying deterioration
Officials posses with officialdom
Cabs crowing
Heads heavy with thoughts
Eyes lacerated with tears
Wives in sack-cloths
Sympathizers gulped down dry gins
As the blue bird landed from the air,
The remnant of his remains
Descended from above
Musa,
Butchered in the street of London

Awoh Awoh...

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