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"shaun" poems
Thank you Shaun, for the pictures and flowers. Thank you Lily, for the ray of sunlight. Thank you Bry, for psychopathic measure. Thank you D, for the feeling of good pleasure. Thank you Tay, for tea and bears. Thank you Meg, for Sherlock and apples. Thank you Zee, for robots and twins. Thank you Carrie, for fangirling and friendship. Thank you Liam, for support and superheroes. Thank you Paul, for understanding and ingenious. Thank you Ceryen, for fake names and shared tears. Thank you Chiara, for Italian cheese and fanfics. Thank you Rod, for fish and evil. Thank you Lia, for kitties and souls. Thank you Stephen, for gravestones and vegetables. Thank you Christine, for mercurial and poetical love. Thank you Caitlin, for product design and Poundland. Thank you Jordan, for weddings and Brenda. Thank you Conaill, for DT and Courbet. Thank you Brendan, for axes and aunts. Thank you Tom, for form time and Brittany. Thank you George, for philosophies and pigeons. Thank you Morgan, for video games and hearing. Thank you Alice, for Pokemon and tumblr. Thank you Aliyah, for hearing aids and help. Thank you all, for reading and listening. Thank you, me, for absolutely nothing.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
Thank You.
sweaty forehead, a gory past wildly glowing eyes of oblivion shivering hands, sirens, bars freedom, imprisonment, razor blades peru, coca farmers, chemicals smuggler channels, route 36 franklin's face on crumpled-up paper rattling coins, benjamins, stacks gotta make it or take it gotta sell or abuse it flashing louis, abundant future sweaty forehead, ****** present biker chapters, brothers, funerals tommy hauled jim's coffin rick carried tommy to his grave cut-offs, gats, one call: ****** despair, hatred, vengeance, omerta mortals remain silent, angels don't rain of blood, a puddle of codes turf, plots, streets, blocks, gangs cults **** cultures, weapons replace shelter in a group home; the stabbing "shaun got heart, he a furious one -- can use dat dude, pay him up" black, white, african-american, chechens territories of unspoken laws intimidated witnesses, gay mobsters lured teenagers, deadly magic of power the old ones impress the new ones newbies will turn into soldiers **** or get killed; headshots of fear numbers on the forehead, blueish unwritten are the rules of some bribed politicians, skippers, knockos the one who wets, will be wetted others prefer the clarity of faith organized crime, rats and kingpins multilevel marketing, elevators glass towers, late and secret meetings route 36, the white magic of death it's all in the game "The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life. Your memories, your attachments, they burn 'em all away. But they're not punishing you, they say. They freeing yourself. Relax." (Quote from the film "Jacob's Ladder")
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
Organized Crime
sweaty forehead, a gory past wildly glowing eyes of oblivion shivering hands, sirens, bars freedom, imprisonment, razor blades peru, coca farmers, chemicals smuggler channels, route 36 franklin's face on crumpled-up paper rattling coins, benjamins, stacks gotta make it or take it gotta sell or abuse it flashing louis, abundant future sweaty forehead, ****** present biker chapters, brothers, funerals tommy hauled jim's coffin rick carried tommy to his grave cut-offs, gats, one call: ****** despair, hatred, vengeance, omerta mortals remain silent, angels don't rain of blood, a puddle of codes turf, plots, streets, blocks, gangs cults **** cultures, weapons replace shelter in a group home; the stabbing "shaun got heart, he a furious one -- can use dat dude, pay him up" black, white, african-american, chechens territories of unspoken laws intimidated witnesses, gay mobsters lured teenagers, deadly magic of power the old ones impress the new ones newbies will turn into soldiers **** or get killed; headshots of fear numbers on the forehead, blueish unwritten are the rules of some bribed politicians, skippers, knockos the one who wets, will be wetted others prefer the clarity of faith organized crime, rats and kingpins multilevel marketing, elevators glass towers, late and secret meetings route 36, the white magic of death it's all in the game "The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life. Your memories, your attachments, they burn 'em all away. But they're not punishing you, they say. They freeing yourself. Relax." (Quote from the film "Jacob's Ladder")
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It's dark, Shaun Morgan is bellowing into my ears that he's reliving the same experiences over and over, That nothing's forever. The flick of a bic, The taste of tobacco and ash, Filling my lungs and giving my brain a buzz, And in this sleepless night I'm inclined to agree with him, Nothing lasts forever, So what are you waiting for?
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
1:27 A.M.
Maybe I'll clean up my act, just to be good.  It did give Shaun the chance to look deeply and most mournfully (nicely empathetic) into my eyes once upon a time ages ago... (sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXIX) I'll wear my heart upon this sleeve in pale Excuse as oft as suits my fancy, whence Ye all kin chide to no avail from hence, Whiles I rebuff aught notions in betrayl Of better sense, cuz nothing here is bail. Or if some fragile thought seems vague defense, Tis vanquished ere I've managed to gain thence A foothold, and I'll be thus stripped and frail. Ah, love.  Do thou but tempt me with the poor Suggestion, ye kin laugh 'til ye are blue, I'm prey, tears dried until tis proven fer Whatever that twas aye, a jest.  I'll rue Me folly, cherry-cheeked, and pray whiles your Much wiser sense erm, coughs.  And yes, I knew. 20Oct16
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
Who Said There Was Excuse For ME?!
What a Bass-Head, the only one to ever fill me with dread. She asks, "Hey baby, did you forget to take your meds?" I just needed 3 xanax bars to remember not to forget about her, the girl drinking from the sweet wobbly nectar of the Bass Gods, I'd drop everything to visit her in Oregon. She once flew to Durango, to road-trip home east, with me the beast. In my jalopy hooptie of a 1992 Corolla, falling apart, ripping at the seams. Across this country we flowed over rivers and streams and poured unhindered by time or space. Through the great sand dunes of Colorado we played our own tunes, the stalagmites and horrid cave crickets of Mammoth Cave Kentucky, It got fucky at a seedy motel in Kansas, another in West Virginia. We make it to Fredericksburg, Viriginia, in the span of less than a week we have roared and  soared through half the continent. We spend a night with our settled friends, married now, Shaun and Rachel, lovebirds. Until, home to Philly in one straight shot, through DC **** DC and up through Delaware, we are finally home. A journey complete. Sunsets, mountains, forests, lakes, dunes, beaches, deserts, plains, prairie, and perc 30s. All now a part of our memories, how sweet they be.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Michelle
Hmm? (sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXVI) Distracted, aye as wont.  With half a sense Of yonder pinned to five small minutes' tale. As bitter air looks out from blue skies' pale Mien and the maples whisper of suspense, Orange-kissed or flaunting yellow in defense, Go count the florets:  seven pinks detail The stoney passage is't?  Four whites.  How frail Their stance now drier stalks rasp over whence. Yes, phlox.  Do peony bushes change in tour With dusky red leaves, how my niece points to Lacrima's echo tangrine globes as twere Hang from, and I peg hopes to Shaun as who Does not laugh oft, I guess.  Tell me it's poor. And count the days 'til I shall see him too. 22Oct16b
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
I Want What Money Can't Buy--
Stephen showed me naked girls on cam calls me buddy this morning **** cool! It is alright! I got guy friends and we tight They won't hit on me cause.. well maybe they might But I wont pay attention not in my sight we just keep chillin Eshan says I pronounce his name better than his girlfriend it is alright we friends we tight James wants me but I keep running he understands cause Im his buddy first listens to me talk about Bill Cause we tight it is alright Shaun be crazy, a blast and changes subject fast kinda like me we tight, he funny, my **** blocker we alright, we tight Dustin will look away before he sees me naked cause we are friends and I ma more like a sister It is alright, we alright Justin is married and still we are alright nice friends, these guys we are all alright Johnny Depp your ******* fine and taken but we chat nice and funny we alright and you so **** tight..won't give it up it is alright we tight You talk a good line make me laugh and listen to me whine Yeah Johnny we tight Guy friends are cool I do not worry about you falling for me or your drool cause it is alright we tight
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
It is alright
you could call me Larry you might call me Shaun but I will look Eastward and wait for the dawn you may think me seasoned you could call me spring but I'm looking Eastward while the morning birds sing you could call me silly you might think me dumb but when I look Eastward I greet the dawn sun
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
Looking Eastward
My Dad kindly and gently said I am fine just as myself, though remarking on how foolishly prone I am to--never mind.  Reading these diary pages was enough for you. (sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXVII) Divorced.  with one kid.  I'd forgotten thence Twas ah, passe to be a single they'll Assure you's worn a wedding ring, to fail At vows along the years, this baggage' sense Of broken why erm, happy is pretense, Or laughter short-lived, sorrow that detail His eyes are haunted by in sheer betrayl, And I've been warned too many times.  Ah, whence? Forsooth.  Is't something like, "don't ask."?  In poor Excuse I took for granted what we knew. For aye, who's not "experienced" as it were? My brother said a bachlor'd love me, ooh-- Who'd cherish my virgin'ty.  Shaun.  I cure Naught in whatever, mixt up over who? 22Oct16c
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
I Kinda Hate Being: ME.
You are allowed to be disgusted and denounce these early hours. (sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXII) Let's talk of scarlet vines which boldly trail Across this wasteland yellows own from hence, Orange like a note what'd gaily trim the sense Of changing leaves, where purple winks in frail Touch deep maroon knows best, while blues detail Tinged with ist lavendar? Green maples thence On fire that slowly burns their staid pretense, Ah me, still let us talk of scarlet's tale. I can do nothing right. The weekend, fer Aught hope of dating's here, and I shall do Time like I dinna care, cuz in a poor Excuse I'm hard to get. Swoon over who Does not but tease whileas he cares, and you're All wiser. Shaun. Why wake me? I liked you. 21Oct16c
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
I Think I Love To...Weep.
A MAN CALLED SHAUN Each morning at six thirty Arrived a man in white Pushed his cart, through the door And then, turned on the light We could hear him coming Right from the very start Because, we heard the jingling From the tubes, stacked in his cart Each morning that whole week He’d rouse us from our sleep So I planned revenge On that little creep I said to roommate Warner Don’t say a single word Today’s the day that payback At last will be incurred “Good morning Ja” he whispers “Are you by chance awake” I pretend I’m fast asleep Not a single move, I make “Can I take some blood” He sounds a bit disturbed So I just lay there quietly I’m not the one perturbed He says “O.K.” “I’ll do Mr. Warner first” I’m thinking to myself “That’s great” “Go ahead and do your worst” I lay in wait Till he returned I hadn’t moved I hadn’t turned As he came close I snored a bit I knew that he Was in a snit “It’s me Shaun again” “Are you awake” I thought “Of course I’m not” “Give me a break” “Give me your arm” “This won’t take long” I thought, “O.K.” I’ll play along I extend my arm He grabs my hand And on my bicep Ties a band “Just a little pinch” “And then, we’re done” That’s exactly when I planned my fun As the needle pierces me I scream like ****** hell He’s taken by surprise He starts to scream as well He drops the tubes And his tray I’m laughing hard What can I say “I’m sorry Ja” “What did I do” “To cause this pain” “Did I hurt you” I laugh so hard My stomach hurts Into our room The head nurse bursts “What’s going on” “Is someone hurt” “Shaun stuck my arm” I laugh and blurt “Now look, old man” “It’s not allowed” “To on this ward” “Be so loud” “Another outburst” “Of this sort” “And I will put you” “On report” I’m laughing still And Warner too Warner can’t stop He’s turning blue The nurse gets mad “This day you’ll rue” “It’s the ****** ward” “For the both of you” Poor Shaun is lost Still holds my hand Proceeds to take That rubber band Puts all his things In his tray Takes his cart And walks away Said not a word And to his bane We never did See Shaun again BOEMS BY JA 287 True story. Sadly, my roommate Warren didn’t make it. Written in hospital 2014.
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
HOSPITAL TAILS #11
A MAN CALLED SHAUN Each morning at six thirty Arrived a man in white Pushed his cart, through the door And then, turned on the light We could hear him coming Right from the very start Because, we heard the jingling From the tubes, stacked in his cart Each morning that whole week He’d rouse us from our sleep So I planned revenge On that little creep I said to roommate Warner Don’t say a single word Today’s the day that payback At last will be incurred “Good morning Ja” he whispers “Are you by chance awake” I pretend I’m fast asleep Not a single move, I make “Can I take some blood” He sounds a bit disturbed So I just lay there quietly I’m not the one perturbed He says “O.K.” “I’ll do Mr. Warner first” I’m thinking to myself “That’s great” “Go ahead and do your worst” I lay in wait Till he returned I hadn’t moved I hadn’t turned As he came close I snored a bit I knew that he Was in a snit “It’s me Shaun again” “Are you awake” I thought “Of course I’m not” “Give me a break” “Give me your arm” “This won’t take long” I thought, “O.K.” I’ll play along I extend my arm He grabs my hand And on my bicep Ties a band “Just a little pinch” “And then, we’re done” That’s exactly when I planned my fun As the needle pierces me I scream like ****** hell He’s taken by surprise He starts to scream as well He drops the tubes And his tray I’m laughing hard What can I say “I’m sorry Ja” “What did I do” “To cause this pain” “Did I hurt you” I laugh so hard My stomach hurts Into our room The head nurse bursts “What’s going on” “Is someone hurt” “Shaun stuck my arm” I laugh and blurt “Now look, old man” “It’s not allowed” “To on this ward” “Be so loud” “Another outburst” “Of this sort” “And I will put you” “On report” I’m laughing still And Warner too Warner can’t stop He’s turning blue The nurse gets mad “This day you’ll rue” “It’s the ****** ward” “For the both of you” Poor Shaun is lost Still holds my hand Proceeds to take That rubber band Puts all his things In his tray Takes his cart And walks away Said not a word And to his bane We never did See Shaun again BOEMS BY JA 287 True story. Sadly, my roommate Warren didn’t make it. Written in hospital 2014.
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My sister loves me when I see her she hugs me then later she texts me and says how's the job do you need money come see my children Wes and Sully Here's my husband wonderful man Shaun works very hard sweat in palm Family values what I desire want a child of my own under the warmth of a nice home sweet mother caring lady I know she'll get along well with my sister I miss her cuz I haven't met her when I do I'm gonna be so proud Hope I have a daughter and she gets to meet my mother hope I can teach her to be just like her and my sister hope we stay together family picnic I miss it cuz I don't have it but no panic time will stamp it when it is right til then I stay patient and learn from those doing it right I try to help prepare myself for the love I'll do sacrifice and sweat for the future family that's all I want to say goodnight, sleep tight daddy loves you
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
Family
I buried a diamond today But first I marveled at its beauty It shone so bright And left a light I could not deny I made a path today Containing trial and error It led my way And let me free so I could wander I picked a rose today And it reminded me of him Its petals so red And I began to weep I buried a friend today His laughter well-missed His body lay, so pale and gray Missing the blush in his cheeks I sat and wrote today Putting down line after line But the pain only fades A little at a time
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Shaun's Poem
Oh well.  This is so ****** fun I think I'll...give up, like Dad sensibly advised.  Yes, I will. [ah, famous last words.] (sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXX) Shaun.  There.  Oh me!  How I kin roll from hence His name across my tongue in sheer betrayl, To savour those four letters like't avail Me, his dear voice my heart loves with a sense Of sweet perfection, blue-grey eyes I'd thence Look into sans aught knowledge of their bail Til now it kills me:  muse on each in pale Excuse, that curly brown hair love--but whence? He does not know.  And I'm impossble fer All that, til who despairs?  He likes me too. Oh tort'rous joys!  For shall he ever tour These pages and see this?!  Don't ask me to Be sens'ble.  I am in a swoon in poor Excuse til dunno when.  Oh that he knew! 21Oct16a
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Bet You Can't Even Laugh It's So Poor
I wonder what either shall think if they see this page? (sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXIV) How fuschia peers as from a slit cut thence Twixt purplish navy racks low on the pale West houses cluster 'fore in gloaming's frail Eye, and down in the valley silence'd fence Lo, neighbors' dogs set up a racket whence I unpeg laundry that ne winds exhale Through save by whispers, hoping yet for bail When I can see Shaun, like tis not pretense. One headline touted findings of why you're Too fond of being online. Well, I'll tell you: Cuz breathing is more stale than we'll endure. And wherefore is't that waking to Will's cue Began this fine divorce from that? In poor Scuse I liked Shaun ere and what shall I do? 21Oct16e
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
GIve It All Up For Lost and Drown.