Best Corded Poems

The traffic light
delayed us both
Me driving my car
She driving her cart.

The traffic direction changed, rotated,
making black eyes spark annoyed 
as her walk signal failed to appear,
   shrunken mouth twisting crooked 
   ‘neath her frowned brow
   as roughly she retreated,...

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Colored yellow beneath the sunlight
Eidoloned by azure breeze of the sky
Covered green like trees of delight
Scented by wind and bubbles of lye

Corded in lamp that cools the night
Your heart throbs in counts of chite
Chortled in incense of kookabura
Quilted and freed from petals of Datura

Heart dipped...

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Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not
Through progressive ears we're internally sought

We, well we await, we await black drapes
Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create

Strobes through mists, signal our time
Silhouetted shadows appear, it's now just after nine

In Ballerina stance, proud like she poses
Arms...

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When playtime was over my tiny hands tediously picked up Tyco toys, a fistful of three at a time. "Atta girl," my dad would encourage. This daunting task was heroically spared when his master hands lifted fifty in one easy scoop.

You may not know this,...

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It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.

Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;

Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside 
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more...

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A gift from the Lord above

A showering down of His constant love

A jewel more precious than anything

More valuable than any diamond ring

What God has given us as a mother

Can never be replaced by another

That deep corded connection

Will always be a true reflection

Of a mothers love...

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Inspired by Embryonic Journey by Jefferson Airplane (listen to it while you read this!)


On a winter's day 
On a chilly morn'
I'll be mourning	
The loss of a love once lost 
The loss of a love once buried in the frost
At the behest of an angel
She'll come...

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Rome.Open city.
Unreal with paling light,
singular with stone and ochre.
Gods dyed with dust,
the unquiet dead corded
with white marble.

Heaven`s steps so cruel with belief.

My hotel.Forster. Only connect.
Words cool and dry,
the idea of a lost kingdom.

Far from the noise of this,
in shade,under pines....

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Written September 28, 2013


On a winter's day 
On a chilly morn'
I'll be mourning	
The loss of a love once lost 
The loss of a love once buried in the frost
At the behest of an angel
She'll come around at last
When the dinner bell rings
We'll walk along and...

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Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not
Through progressive ears we're internally sought

We, well we await, we await black drapes
Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create

Strobes through mists, signal our time
Silhouetted shadows appear, it's now just after nine

In Ballerina stance, proud like she poses
Arms...

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"50 Words for Poe: The Dolphin"  



Like Christmas 
all come at once
So too, to the 5th Dimension 
a motley crew had arrived
They were all now
One Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest
comfortably ensconced 
all behaving like 
well-behaved fallen angels -
for once


They had parked themselves at a...

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She wings just under the canopy
of this dense old forest
as we play tag under the trees,
speeding down a deer trail
I draw near and leap
  into a gray oak trunk
and spring to the closest branch,
muscles corded 
    I bound
from tree limb to...

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Melancholy  searches of our patches
impending death imminenting danger
ecstatic of tomorrow we sold desolated
Our heart beat no more bathos of hope
the family bell summond us no more
our spirits haunting and hunting of a land
which no indigene of optimism stay...
The strange cry, the empty look-
The stream-of-no-consciousness...

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Hey lady, memaw. Boy do I have a lot of questions for you. Questions like what's your favorite color? Who's your favorite band? I know you love your rock music. I know you liked Freddy Mercury. Now i have questions like, How do you navigate...

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Pumping irony through the veins,
  A heart of double entendre quips,
A plasma TV burns remains,
  Deceiving smiles upon the lips.
Smoking guns are hard to find,
  When they don’t exist at all,
Civil riots flood the mind,
  Kicking statues as they fall.
Jumping Jesus...

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