Best Circumscribed Poems

Don’t try to straighten tulips, dear - they spread.
They lean and bend…they bump and crowd…infuse
Their sunrise glow - the perfect rainbow-red.

The priceless, Holland-choice, symphonic hues,
Impress a smile from lovers’ lips, a test.
They lean and bend. They bump and crowd. Infuse.

In comely youth, great happiness expressed...

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Cold shower today - (early afternoon)
September eighth two thousand
and nineteen more challenging than June
dog days of summer test tolerance
to feel alive and bark at the moon

hypothetically imagining myself
alone in the (suburban) wilderness
fabricating, envisioning crossing pontoon
bridge while humming nonsense tune.

Jolt to body electric induces zing
unlike missus...

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TO BE, TO FEEL, TO LOVE, TO LIVE, TO DIE

TO BE is that existential moment that defines each of us on our
respective life paths as we each individually acknowledge the
reality of our human existence on this Earth. To be able to laugh
and cry, to think...

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I thought of things each day
As if they were stream of events
Through my mind away
More scenes I kept
Within my soul blemished
Haunted and reminiscent
Each action that pricked
My inner being in the wilderness
Of its fruition bestowed
For those who deserved
To savor the sumptuous breed
Of nature who spoke
Within the...

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Each time has a special place
And every such place has its time.
When nature seethes with strangeness
Where the mind in exquisite isolation halts itself and listens
For the rumblings of a something large and not easily defined -
Stop! Softly now, feel how close it is.
Something's coming, be...

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Does strife constrain me from thoughts of your mind?
     Does it impede my mind's-eye image of you?
     Even with my circumscribed point of view 
I know this,—that you're of most gracious kind.
A poet and a mentor, you...

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The grandeur of my life are elusive
Mine ain't melioration; it's oppression
My free life is cramped by chains of servitude
And shout out loud I mustn't 
Because even the power of my tongue is tied
Blank in me is the power to be heard
I'm the subject to the...

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May 29, 1957: …have to think about getting a thesis director…know no professor yet in the department…someone suggested i get hold of Derek Fogg for an intro to the big guns in the philosophisches Seminar…can't bother him too much…i like the way he lectures…lively, informative,...

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Fragments United In Perfect Imperfection
And all the smeared colours unite into white
	
All
     the
           little
                 ...

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The flame that lit my heart,
And then love, faint in death below.
Their voices no longer heard.
~ should I cry?

Yet, a brave despair has arrived.
Recurring death of trust,
Embittered. Circumscribed alone.
~ should I cry?

Tried to revive within me
The symphony of beautiful memories,
A song of an innocent soul....

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The masters of buzz words 
used to instill fear 
Clutching their pearls saying 
“liberals take what’s dear”
Right wingers with their 
inescapable nexus 
Says its liberals insistent 
political correctness
If the “Woke” amplified the
so called cancel culture
The extreme right has weaponized 
it for years like vultures ...

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I dwell on virgin moments lightly spent
beyond the lips of verdant fairy glens
A grand invincibility was mine
and life, ah life, the sweetest purest wine.

I danced on dainty rings of dryad saddles,
I fought and died in bloody, death-less battles
but always mother earth denied a tomb
as though...

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Twenty First Century Civilization Gone Askew...?

Methinks perchance man
     kind always vain
n'er did appertain
moral hike polar opposite
     from human being:
uncivil, unethical, unsocial, et cetera
     minimally app proxy
     mating, neither didst

...

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here
are those
whose bones inhabit clothes
and muscles feed on flesh
except for mine —

here in concrete and florescent light
between closing walls and slamming locks
where the doors bear names
and all things soft and sensuous
are excluded
and nourishment so circumscribed
it’s turned to medicine
and even sleep is rationed
and even the sun...

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By constraint and definition
are they so outlined
in the pockets of feckless charity
so circumscribed
and life be ruled by gutless fear
the survival mechanisms
and judgmental machinations so conspire
to pitiful wealth

Life
for all those in spiritual aspire
drag their heels in a pennies worth
to splutter and cough
an apologetic withdrawal if life...

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