Mystery Assonance Poems

"If you're really in love, appearances aren't important. The best house is the one you build in each other's hearts."
Jung Yu jin

Autumn's alliterations amplified an...

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Blurred in the sight
the fragments of light 
suspended in memory, 
blurring space and time!

Of a faded photograph 
dreams pressed into the pages 
of a book...

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The moonlit sun that will not set.
Fore see's a life that no one's met.
It leaves a dimness in the heart.
Where love just has no chance...

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Once in a blue moon, in the circuit of the cryptic sky appears the transcendental fusion,
when the acquiescence of the sky emerges to display two...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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What is Truth; common sense,
If not blunt, straight humor instead;
The head in the game leaves no space to say less

The peace, the motion
Higher self and...

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Here I am looking at the sand
Here I am waiting on the man
Here I am standing up strong
Here I am  absorbing the consciousness
embedded in...

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Plenary consorts
Reticent ripe residuals
Neanderthals wake...

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Full moon baboon
Croon poon, 
Communes high noon
Spoons  prunes
Harpoons balloons
bridoon buffoon
Tycoon Camaroon Boone
Inopportune a billiard saloon
Signature tune, Cartoon…

11/13/19

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©...

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Gallimaufry of linkedin words appeal,
(particularly spoken by renown orator)
'cept when unnamed poetaster afflicted
with chatterbox syndrome,
nonetheless deliberate effected

muzzle restraint imposed
suppressing groundswell analogous
to swollen dam bursting at...

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TURN THE PAGES OF YOUR HISTORY AND FIND THE PAGES OF YOUR SOUL 
THE ONES THAT CONTAIN THE MYSTERY OF YOUR BREATH'S INTAKE (B)
BEND WITH...

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prosaic prologues bewitch 
   feeble minded scribe doth undertakes 
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone 
   for goodness sake

echoing across, 
 ...

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When our cries travel not again through the sky
And the sun shines directly on our barren heads
Communal labour to clear filth render to apologies
The wise...

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Identity Apples

iam a fat skeleton, resurrecting 
from the sad memories of dada 
and dark mysteries of aminism 
iam buganda 
i bleed hope 
i drip the...

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Bus Shelter 
Driving past a crudely made bus shelter, it looks like concrete box
I took a picture because a mystery story was told about it.
A...

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