Best Aqueducts Poems

A thought arose...

In Hegel's great dialectic cotillion,
Time transcends as the Absolute emerges,
From deep submersion.
Veritably idealistic path to verity.
It is all about History!

While Schopenhauer's Will, By mere chance,
Drives life in concentric circles spinning,
But not winning
Human solicitations are insatiable.
A germ on the cogwheel of life,
Facing a suffering...

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In Nineteen ninety-six, our son and wife, Majors
In US Army, moved to Izmir, their new base.
As usual, whatever place they were assigned, 
We flew to visit them as well as dear grandkids.
So off we went to spend two weeks in Turkey, this
Outstanding country we had...

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Demesne
at Pergamon
stirred an epiphany.
The Aqueducts, Acropolis,
propinquity, Temple Dionysus,
Trajan Temple- all so magnificent.
Persian, Greek, and Roman wonders;
some standing, most lying...
erstwhile kingdoms,
all gone.

I viewed
and imagined
robust efflorescence
that once filled this bucolic place.
Dalliance here, much too ephemeral.
Damp ruins- yellow soil stirred petrichor.
Wild grass, broken art; redolent
grave serendipity...
wars...harbinger...
of loss.

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Terracotta dreams alight
 in rising Roman aqueducts
 slipping in twilight hours of the night
 where mysterious Spanish memories are plucked;
a momentary plunge 
 with Hercules standing muscle-bound 
 from which olden images are hung
 as winds rise without a sound;
a flare in dance upon the...

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November water somber black
Runs under haunted houses down the block
Moving through the shallow aqueducts
Poisoning shadows, contaminated, liquefied 
Red bricks cling to deposits rank decay
Waters feed  on foundations  on  limestone rocks
Down there to etch the center of the soul
Sinkholes gobble up the ground
Houses...

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underground governmental labs extract organs, 
neon blood drips slowly to the concrete floor.
 organic roots sprout growing through the cracks..
 decorated bright magnets shake the instruments 
of surgical precision.
  duct taped mouths whisper out of slanted lips, 
 pass the scalpel, incision, cut, slice....

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A work of art for all to see
That spans across; what can it be?
Functional beauty with history
Its help to man is no mystery.

Bridges, beautiful Bridges!

Bridges with beams, trusses, or arches.
Bridges suspended with trusses below.
Bridges for trains that go across cities.
And very long bridges under which...

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It carves its way through the hills and cliffsides,
too far from the oceans to feel a tide,
by Rome it is narrow, but here it is wide,
great locks of the Erie let barges rise
past sand bars and rocks shoals that undermine;
the only way west back in...

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Must be a false awakening this cannot be.                                    on one...

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silent kisses
escalating warmth
petals of roses
volcanic eruptions
in the outer stratosphere
spatulate fingers intoxicated
searching in the aqueducts
dark moist soil waiting
your luminous eyes
entangled in new
rain dark pools
i drown in bliss

sep 15 2016
12.13 pm...

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my roman ruins

you are my rome, 
all roads lead home to you
 
the ruins of my destruction
on the rounding patchy earthen grounds
strewn with stiff marble columns
that have long ago cracked and crumbled
and into several broken pieces 
by the hand of a violent man
 
signs of...

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I gave my heart to someone in the rain,
the clouds exploding, witness to my vows

The water carrying away each fervent wish
—to stream in happy aqueducts of love

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021) 



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imCOi7pqKh0...

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They live in an iron nest
and have begun to dream
the way threadbare drapes will
in too much sunlight.

Scorched by sky
blooms crumple like straw hats.
Water has no effect.

Any time now,
I expect to see stringy stems
swell into aqueducts
but the newly doused
droop the more.

The fancy blooms cost me $74

Stupidly...

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they live in an iron nest
under a back window

they have begun to dream
the way threadbare drapes will
in too much sunlight

scorched by sky
blooms crumple like straw hats
reach up bent by an internal smolder
as if the air were a cistern

but the sky is a dry bed today

sprinkled...

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A large green iguana fell out of a tree
onto my head.
Ohio has no invasive Iguanas.
I don't smoke anymore.

Right in front of me
a speeding red van killed a woman.
I have developed an allergic reaction
to all kinds of blind spots.
Latterly,
balding eagles have buried their memories
under symbolic windfarms.

Since...

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