Best Catalogued Poems

I cant seem to find the happy
antedote to cool my negative
consequences--- malignant non standards
freud pennance desires to capitulate-re
the never  know   mores ...

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Had there flowed blood 
In our peasants’ veins
We’d have built bridges
To join our several ridges.

Then the many exiled peers
Might re-cross the flooded streams
That had divided...

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PERSONIFICATION PAINTING
Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all for free  see
Our...

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My genealogical family tree
was traced by a relative distant,
thus uncovering ancestral names for me,
of some who had seemed nonexistent.

The past came alive in my fantasy...

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Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart, 
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced. 
It...

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A pair of blue wings is hovering
against the inky black covering
within ‘Little Fox’ constellation
of Vulpecula designation,

portrayed with stipple sidereal
in Hubble image ethereal,
‘Hen two dash four...

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Be careful, Acirema
torrential are the rains
that befall your treeless soil.

Be careful, Acirema
denial is a river that runs deep
unfathomable the depths of your flooded streams.

Be careful,...

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I
The form we take
In the shape of a life
From trumpet birth blasts
To the final shadow sighs
The faithful leap
From a Dayton hill
To silver supersonic flight
A mountain...

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stacked certificates of printed births.

 ink stamped little feet on four by eight cards.

 such near relatives returning to
golden crayan bethel's.  

 exact paper...

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(Written at 3:00 am on a motorcycle between Sedona and Flagstaff)

I want to write dirty and convoluted,
connected and wet
And in the mess of my words
Feel...

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and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
A chicken diner stream is a recipe of combined cream but crossing...

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I just wanted to leave a footprint. Proof we existed.
There will come a moment where you close your eyes for the final time and I...

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Here in the plasms
of nightmares,
hate plagues the world
with its pawns
dispersed across the globe
of deception—scheming 
sins of treacherous times,
teasing valor with deceit;
mocking rights to life
liberty and...

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Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all for free  see
Our lives,...

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AN ECLECTIC ENIGMA 5
Awareness,articulated,emphasises inherent
intimacy,communicated eye to eye.
Everchanging yet underlying the movement
,here and there.Engraved forever,catalogued
in human memory,available on recall.
Translucent interplays of lght,figuration in
transition,precise palpitations of...

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