Long Nonfiction Poems
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Long nonfiction poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
King Crimson- In The Wake Of Poseidon
During the US tour in late 1969, King Crimson imploded. Ian McDonald and Michael Giles had too much too soon and would depart to record an eponymous record. Similarly, Greg Lake had met up with Keith Emerson (formerly of The Nice) while on tour and agreed to form a band upon their return to the UK. (Emerson, Lake & Palmer) Robert Fripp & Peter Sinfield were left with the reigns of the band and faced the task of recording the follow-up. (though both Lake & Giles did make contributions to the album with the latter's brother Peter adding bass). In March of 1970 Robert Fripp was asked...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
King Crimson- In The Court Of The Crimson King
King Crimson were an English based Progressive Rock band that formed in London in 1968.
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
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The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
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Her
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 00:09am
12th Nov 2024 00:09am
My Thought For Today: Trauma Therapy is Like Truth Serum
Someone once told me that wine is like truth serum because when you drink it, all your deepest secrets and desires are made known. At the time I was terrified. Not me, no way. I wasn’t drinking alcohol at the time, but just the thought that my secrets would be let loose was too much to think about. Not my secrets, those dark thoughts, those images, the things that have happened to me, the things that I’ve done and how I felt about all of it…no freakin’ way was I taking any chances. No wine for me.
I’ve never had a drinking problem but I definitely have an addictive personality and...
I’ve never had a drinking problem but I definitely have an addictive personality and...
#nonfiction
#PTSD
88 reads
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Her
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 6:24am
5th Nov 2024 6:24am
My Thought for Today: When Words are Used as Weapons
Words can wound, it’s as simple as that. Some much deeper than others. I’ve been annihilated by a few perfectly placed words. But mostly, it was the subtle, off handed remarks that let me know how insignificant I was to someone that buried me.
I’ve been known to have a cutting tongue myself. I can slice a heart in a millisecond. Ironic, considering mine was usually lying at my feet broken into hundreds of tiny pieces as I was attempting to gather them so I could stitch it back together again. Or was it?
Those missiles that flew out of my mouth on their search and...
I’ve been known to have a cutting tongue myself. I can slice a heart in a millisecond. Ironic, considering mine was usually lying at my feet broken into hundreds of tiny pieces as I was attempting to gather them so I could stitch it back together again. Or was it?
Those missiles that flew out of my mouth on their search and...
#regret
#sadness
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
103 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 7:23pm
13th Sep 2024 7:23pm
The Last Upper
Jesus had a huge supper, with large amounts of uppers
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during...
Cocaine, amphetamines & methamphetamine
The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day
They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs
Most disciples were upset with this and walked out
A few stayed for the debauchery
There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering
Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering
The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during...
#aliens
#God
#nonfiction
#scifi
#TruthOfLife
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:30pm
26th Aug 2024 9:30pm
She never listened to anybody
This was around the time I was 8 or 9 years old.
I was in the 3rd grade.
The teacher's aid always told her and the rest of us not to stand up on the swing.
She always did it anyway.
She never listened to anybody.
I heard she had a terrible upbringing.
She was beaten by her mother for being mischievous and defiant.
Her father would come home when he wanted to.
He was a traveling salesman.
Supposedly he had two mistresses, with families in Texas & Virginia.
I hated her guts because she always used to chase me home from school, pull my hair...
I was in the 3rd grade.
The teacher's aid always told her and the rest of us not to stand up on the swing.
She always did it anyway.
She never listened to anybody.
I heard she had a terrible upbringing.
She was beaten by her mother for being mischievous and defiant.
Her father would come home when he wanted to.
He was a traveling salesman.
Supposedly he had two mistresses, with families in Texas & Virginia.
I hated her guts because she always used to chase me home from school, pull my hair...
#acceptance
#childhood
#funny
#nonfiction
#school
114 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 11:20pm
28th Jul 2024 11:20pm
A Tuesday in July at 6:28 am (Part 2)
On my second day out on the Atlantic City Boardwalk, I headed down towards the Claridge Hotel and Brighten Park. As seen in the picture. The Claridge was once a Hotel/Casino from 1981 to 2014. Since 2014 the Claridge operates as a hotel.
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
#addiction
#city
#homelessness
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
86 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 9:07pm
28th Jul 2024 9:07pm
A Monday in July at 6:45 am (Part 1)
A steamy summer morning. Haze covering most of the city. I decided to head south on the most famous street in the world at one time, the Atlantic City Boardwalk.
I walked across the Boardwalk towards a walkway that led down to the beach near the LandShark Bar & Grill. An older couple with two young children were enjoying the ocean before anyone else. They had free reign. Just them and the seagulls. The waves were already looking quite menacing. That's a great thing. Later on today I'll be here, swimming, riding waves and thrashing all about.
I headed back onto...
I walked across the Boardwalk towards a walkway that led down to the beach near the LandShark Bar & Grill. An older couple with two young children were enjoying the ocean before anyone else. They had free reign. Just them and the seagulls. The waves were already looking quite menacing. That's a great thing. Later on today I'll be here, swimming, riding waves and thrashing all about.
I headed back onto...
#beach
#city
#historical
#nonfiction
#poverty
86 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 7:24pm
13th Jul 2024 7:24pm
Another Friday Summer Morning
Walking to the store yesterday morning around 10:00 AM. The 1st thing that hits me as I go out into the light is the smell. Dog shit all over the grass. Many abandoned homes that look menacing and creepy. Lawns that haven't been cut in months. I walk down my street and watch the home boys watching me. I have to look right at them, I can't help it. They piss me off when they stare. I feel like shooting their little heads off.
I turn onto the main street and walk past the family planning center. A worn out street dude looks at me and waves and nods his head like he knows me. That...
I turn onto the main street and walk past the family planning center. A worn out street dude looks at me and waves and nods his head like he knows me. That...
#home
#LifeStruggles
#myself #nonfiction
#myself #nonfiction
108 reads
6 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
93 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 11:07am
6th Jul 2024 11:07am
My Favorite Nephews
My nephews came over for a July 4th BBQ
I forgot to child proof my basement
Down here is where I keep all of my tools, gadgets and accessories
Not tools like a hammer or pliers
Tools that I use when I write
Pencils, erasers, highlighters, scrap paper & an assortment of books and references
I encourage the kids to go downstairs because after an hour or so outside, they want to come in
I don't want them touching or going into my living room or dining room
I thought they would sit on the couch and watch tv or utilize their i-pads
I told my brother...
I forgot to child proof my basement
Down here is where I keep all of my tools, gadgets and accessories
Not tools like a hammer or pliers
Tools that I use when I write
Pencils, erasers, highlighters, scrap paper & an assortment of books and references
I encourage the kids to go downstairs because after an hour or so outside, they want to come in
I don't want them touching or going into my living room or dining room
I thought they would sit on the couch and watch tv or utilize their i-pads
I told my brother...
#children
#family
#fiction
#nonfiction
#satirical
72 reads
4 Comments
herry_the_poet
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 7:35pm
30th Jun 2024 7:35pm
No Blood, No Fowl
Once upon a world at war; July 5th 1943??? Franklin Delano Roosevelt and Winston Leonard Churchill were knee deep into their bombing campaign against Adolf 'no middle name' Hitler.
This was known as “Operation Pointblank” should this question ever decide a CITIZENSHIP?
During this offensive??? The United States would pool in (just by itself???) over a million and a half TONS worth of Earth chewing noise makers in order to help carve out all that strategic European countryside in an attempt to castrate Charley Chaplin's fascist soup-strainer twin.
Well on this...
This was known as “Operation Pointblank” should this question ever decide a CITIZENSHIP?
During this offensive??? The United States would pool in (just by itself???) over a million and a half TONS worth of Earth chewing noise makers in order to help carve out all that strategic European countryside in an attempt to castrate Charley Chaplin's fascist soup-strainer twin.
Well on this...
#historical
#nonfiction
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