Best Elongates Poems

Before diving into the time machine for a nostalgic trip on my music video ‘Ring On My Line’ above, I invite you to read my preamble Sonnet below.

Ring On My Line -The Golden Era of Doo Wop, Retro Revival

If you've ever waited for a call...

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Windswept

Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand.
Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land.

Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin.
Heartthrobs, side by side, in best dress, on seasonal spin.

Fingers up and down long necks, in obeisance of song,
as bow ties...

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The mood which transcends tranquility into reality is the mood in which we belong. The 
unknown fear which corrupts and elongates is the strength of force we perceive. The 
mood which engulfs and satisfies is the mood we have intentions to love....

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The boy of yesterday now a man of today
The events of yesteryears still look 
As if it was yesterday
You open you eyes, morning
You close and open, evening
Seconds are the slowest
Minutes are fast
Hours come and go quickly
Days are sometimes long but still fast
Years are the fastest.
As...

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The sun in all its golden glory
has risen with a new age
and a new chapter on a new page
of life about to unfold
secrets of a journey not foretold

We do not know what tomorrow has for us
but walk on this road of life filled with hope
that...

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The catalyst of two faces, his and hers,
bookends with pleasure dais in between.
Faithfully compacted on canvas, concurs,
never turning ones back, remains clean.

Sharp brush of Chagall, floats lovers.
Their passion, a cloud in lala land, hovers.
Circus performer on ochre horse forbids
openness and honesty of their lofty eyelids.

Marc’s...

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Early morning, slightly subdued, a drawn out yawn reflecting my mood, 

slope to the kettle, body distorted by its metallic curves, amuse myself for a 
while, infusing with herbs, 

while my head changes shapes, prepare my tea as the vapours, 

start to rise, steam hits...

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Death, I've seen your face before,
heard your knock on my son's door,
that time you came without forewarning,
the shock, the grief, the endless mourning.

This time I felt your hoof beats thunder,
dark horse tearing all asunder,
cold hand of death would seize another,
lethally, you chose my mother.

Death divides...

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Lacuna

I was born into monarchy 
Where red blood never met
It is opposite counter part

Though the clergy says we
Are one in one image
Yet I doubt its validity

He propounds heaven
Where we will all become equal
While the gap elongates
The red blood works not
Its counter part rests not

Yet we...

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The news was brief so take a breath

My "be aware" vision peered its head tonight

Poetry died a tired lonely death

And those damn poets caused the death of might

The carrion of poetry lay still with blood of ink

After years of neglet it finally gave in

As the...

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Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
        Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
        Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
        Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed


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a future memory in passing
i think thoughts i will leave in my head
i will just express the tonality of your beauty in my mind
though you are older, my imagination is a jungle of growth with no discipline
i savor the moment as you become another microscopic...

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Look at my hands. 
Pristine at first glance but look a little longer. 
The pointer and middle on the right hand. 
The yellow hue comes from an addictive personality. 
Pan down to see a child in that line of white.
She woke up crying because her...

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My shadow asks me to relate last night's dream
I say - No! I don't want to recall it
My shadow elongates longer and darker than
That of the pine tree which stands at 
The final turn of the meandering road to my roost
And insists - You must...

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Mr. Stretchy Cat elongates himself gladly
He rarely eats food, but he is depressed, sadly.
Unless he stretches out on a pillow of stripes.
That is when his mouth stops making up gripes.

When I see him stretched out, I dare not speak.
He is waiting only for those with...

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