Best Halogen Poems

Sky covers her nakedness
with the raiment of clouds
Stars array in circular patterns
to stage a group ballet
Amid, sits queen moon
in silken robes and a silver diadem 
bathed in garish light
with a flash of amber and a blaze of gold
like a halogen lamp
Soon clouds will make way...

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Rudolph the reindeer has a big red nose
And it shines so bright wherever he goes
Well, it’s not real; it's a halogen light
That Santa Claus switches on at night.

"So, what's the history?" I hear you say
Well concerns were raised by the C.A.A.
Because one dark night Santa...

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As I think back to that dark time in our community I don’t know if I’d ever seen anyone quite 
like that (Cinder Girl). We girls thought she had (Lovely Bones). The last time I saw her alive, 
she was sitting on her porch blowing...

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I got a freeway view
Behind the curtains 
Pianos sound like broken glass
I can see the darkness from the bed
They keep banging away at the door
But I won't let them in
What I am is what I am
They want philosophy

Out by the freeway we drink beer
Under the...

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Holier than thou,
sacred as a cow
  anointed with margarine spread;
a Sunday to rest,
some socks and a vest
  and a penchant for laying in bed.
Sicker than sick
and thicker than thick,
  drugged with a heroin chic,
bright light beams down
through a crack in the crown,
...

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A rainy night's walk: the street lights are gleaming
a dream's fluorescence in obsidian sky.
Halogen wishes are far away beaming

illumined teardrops that I refuse to cry.
All windows are dark, their silence is screaming.
Ebony trees are stiff guardians nearby.

The sidewalk in charcoal is colder than rock,
my constant...

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The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp 
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting they attest to organisms organized 
Materialized from matter without flatter,...

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"The Anatomy of God"

Who shall say there is one God?
if there are many, as it seems
in all the world’s sects and religions -
Who is their God? Is the source
some universal, bright, big, ultra simple,
ultra clean - Halogen Light Beam?
Or just an empty space beyond Beyond,
drawing...

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As soon as I heard 
You were the First African American Male
To win the Pulitzer prize for Poetry
I wanted to run out and celebrate
I wanted to wake up Hughes and Dunbar
And Baraka and say we made it
No one would have been prouder than Maya
She sold...

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Darling, my darling baby,
Why do you not dance while I sing?
Why do you coil  together like millipede?
Stretch out to me your satiny hands,
Lean your body on me sweet angel
And anoint me with your sweet scent
Like in the day of pentecost.

Today we shall shame the...

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The mass production of coal is dead,
Buried infer lamps carried on the head,
Halogen miners sang the unforgiving dirge,
With fragments of flaky particles emerge,
Drilling hammers that smote the ground,
Never again to hear its rumbling sound.
Voices roar like dragons in damp vapour,
Highlighted the dangerous drudgery caper.
Its miners...

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5/19/17


Things considered occult
Near and far from kids, teens and adults

Working with mulch 
Above a gulch
Had to turn into the Hulk
And catapult
Toward successful results
Then howl at the moon like a wolf
While in and out of gulfs


No good in being in poor form
Or disordered
Got to keep pushing...

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'BRRRING BRRRING' said the telephone

“Oh hello” said the wide viewfinder to the telephone. “How are you today?” The telephone fell silent. Very silent. It had no battery with which to call, speak, shout or do anything that much really. Batteries could be bought. But bum...

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rain drops play music
                                     wind's howling song of air...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part One

Lone gold Venus nears the sickle moon in the late autumn sky
She lies naked dreaming with one leg tucked under her thigh
The pallor of her silvery skin simmering with tide
A lone white swan trundles on one webbed foot...

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