Best Countenances Poems

My Love,

The sky reminded me of you today.
The sun set in lilac with a teasing tinge of pink—
just the way you used to love it.

On...

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The word on faerie lips, I’ve heard -
A gleaming, white, pristine, grade A...
Baby tooth. And rarely used.
A solid, shining, well-endowed,
enamel-laden tooth. I’m wowed!

And.... 

It’s in...

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Oh, latest iPad, may I hang thee,
From the nearest garden tree!

A Grinch, thou art and nothing more.
Causing me, endless problems galore!

As always, Safari is to...

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Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound
To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony
Of flashy tear drops falling from...

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A pawn for a pawn,a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my...

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Three Faces Philosophy


What keeps the certainty,
The “solid” floor underfoot,
Which physics has taught me 
Not to trust,

Or the tautness of my skin 
Holding me in?
Taught me...

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So many faces moved through the desks in my classroom
               ...

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Vanguard in death and deception,
Innocent hearts heed to his illusion.
Cry Mama Africa, cry for your children.
Angels with dark countenances are raised against them.
Rise black man,...

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Friends and foes of flesh and bone from me they have flown 
A different company I keep in reveries of twilight sleep
When night’s dark blanket...

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Imagine being in an Art Museum and admiring  beautiful paintings of the Four Seasons.

    We look at Spring and see the...

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I will love you for the rest of my life, 
Feel your hair against my cheek, cascading 
Over my shoulder, the brush of your lips...

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Like a mother of many faces 
Many countenances 
Changing through the ages
What is written is important but more important is the yet unfilled pages

Her hands...

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stubborn at the most
unfortunate moments
and quick with a
flabbergasted wit

he ambushes me from
the alleys in his mind
from behind
where four strikes
are uncommon
and frequently
commented upon

let's try to ignore...

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I believe that writing is like spilling blood out of the carotid
Onto a canvas of sponge
This sponge can never be satiated
It takes generations and trillions...

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In the famed halls of tainted justice,
on granite pedestals, 
stand carved images of corruption
Sculpted stone countenances, 
with etched somber appearances,
pillar levitate in Roman atriums
of grand...

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