Adventure Baptism Poems

In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong, 
as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face,
where memories of childhood days belong,
a...

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If you want to seize the day,
There is only one way,
To start your day, 
If you want to hold some sway.

Go on make your play,
You...

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Hungry cricketers score more runs and take more wickets,
Hungry Doctors tend to make new medical breakthroughs'
Hungry children produce less waste,
Hungry people are more likely to...

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The space in-between
Two worlds
When we transition 
From dreamland
To harsh reality
That moment
When you are
Neither here
Nor there
Traversing
The barrier
Crossing 
The line
Stepping in
Stepping out
Over the threshold 
Negotiating the border
The...

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Quite on the hill. Faceless children run around by a cave who calls them in with a signal straight and gazed. Walking a concurrent line...

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Spinal s plentitudes
solo cranial carvings
soulful solitudes...

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we laugh out loud
while we cry inside
distance or desire
pain vs joy
rise and fall
above and below
it takes time
no easy way
if I could fly
rhapsody of life...

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Creative cerebral craftiness coaxes...

Childhood campy chimera curtain call
subsequently hinting (based on accuweather)
the approach of blizzard squall
so burrow under quilted cover y'all
until warm temperatures arrive when...

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Awareness
Consciousness 
Mindfulness
Existence


(Note: title should read. A.C.M.E. Inf. It says u can use punctuation in in the title box, doesn't work for me. ????)...

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Change is Graceland when
you're close to the edge.
Future memories, wonderous stories,
our tales of tomorrow, yesterday and
today awaken words on living pages.
10 percent emptiness minus the...

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Part one narrating snapping crackling, and popping trembling underfoot...,
which ushered poetic reverberations across the universe

A snippet of careering and careening
nocturnal cerebral manifestations
attributed to strong medicament
creating...

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Cherub's unfurled fingers faithfully extend to his fallow fringe 
   hung from a chest made firm by suede, sweat and rain.

  ...

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Piercing        
           ... my fingers 
  ...

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Lemon lime love
anyone anytime anyhow
last summer survival
knows no one but me 
who tells the tale true?...

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Dark clouds rise high, gathering overhead 
a throng of gods sit in their silent, 
mysteries.

A black funeral pyre…

Darkly shedding tears, 
rainfalls cold, drifts down alone...

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