Memory Adventure Poems

The race of null light 
Cause defects to eye sight 
Oh what a color of strong sign 
Envictim dote with great sigh 

In here lieth...

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We’d go exploring along the river and through the woods,
We’d run, and we’d whoop, then go silently to try and see a rabbit if we...

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Through uncharted seas I sail, with a map in hand, 
In search of treasure buried deep in foreign lands. 
The waves crash against the bow,...

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Food glorious food

Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean...

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She entered the parking lot of my townhome
devastated I was after several home invasion 
my stalker an accomplice after the fact of arson 
murderer of...

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O Mardi Gras, how I long for thee
The carnival season of music and glee
The colorful floats, the beads, and the masks
The joyful crowds, the drinks,...

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Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Though written three hundred 
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.

Said prolific author born February 7,...

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the visit


A knock on the door to my conscience
it was my brother, I hadn't seen for fifty years
while I have grown old, he has stayed...

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Our love came with a timetable
Lasting longer in memory than physically 
Pushing time as endless
Stating what may not be right now, will be later
A fib...

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(Approaching Ingalls Peak, 2012, original oil)

Rites of Passage

Forty-six years ago,
my first winter in the Pacific NW
my first winter break at college,
I headed out to climb...

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Long time!
Long time ago
I had not seen you
Turned memories ...
Of childhood
Ah! Oh! 
Bless you! 
How old!
So old
Rare used
Country road
...

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I have seen the fire blossom in snow
on the Himalayan peak
wondrous meteoric dust
rise in hymnal flames

Rode on shoulders of snowy giants
on heights untrod by human...

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There’s a pair
Of jeans
That he can’t
Bring himself
To wash
Because the jeans
Still smell
Like Sri Lanka,
The sand
And the ocean,
The blood
And the sweat
And the tears,
The beauty
Of it all....

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January years ago, confused far away I was with the cold.
Landed in Bristol on a snowy  airport, as snowed were the meadows and frosted...

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The din of darkness,
 The cacophony of impostors,
 The symphony of ignorance,
 The decadence of progress,
 Colonial heritage,
 The empire of the pharaohs,
 The agony...

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