Best Minuets Poems

"Baroque Spring"


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I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to...

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Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues 
casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue  
each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by...

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this noisy head i live in
it just never quiets down
theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am
about some unpaid bills or parking tickets
and some other idiot...

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Night…to Morning
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Very often, 
my night hours
Keep awake,
Keep their occurrence
Until morning’s rise,
Keep their words 
Under darkness…and
Their poems wait,
Disregarding
Inspiration from
The luminant moon
In favor of the sun’s 
...

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Halcyon – 10-6-23
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Halcyon

Across the still and placid lake
Halcyon drifts
 In misty cloaks of tranquility
   Stitched with twilight patches of contentment,
Bits of unbound moonlight
Bow...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
    ...

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The call goes out, the horn it sounds.
                 ...

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It's another day when 

the bed sheets are half kicked to the floor,
the pot is full of cold coffee,
the ash tray has another cigarette, 
the...

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Mary and Joseph fairly did it,
That night when they each gave, 
Everything to the other, 
In energetic zealous rave.

Heaven and earth co-aligned, 
Stars shone just...

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Ending moonshine      

We shall linger in the silence of the darkest of 
nights       ...

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Animation...imagination,
what's your subjective fixation?

Character's caricatured,
what's the true meaning of culture?

Silhouette's dancing their empty minuets
walking chalklines... trying to forget,
aoristic encumbrance trapped by horizon
self requited state,inescapable oblivion...

Disillusioned...

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I sit in the empty school cafeteria 
Watching the floors being mopped 
By a dark skinned worker in jeans and a bandana
Taking in the smells...

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And we, the bad seed, 
will follow with impulse
of devil games in sweet
compulsions.

And we, the bad seed,
our hearts swell like 
filled balloons that is to...

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Music intersects your soul with mathematical connotations
It is both logarhythmic and exponential in its ability to heighten or diminish moods
to multiply or reduce emotions
to cause...

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FOR THE UNSUNG MAIMED AND DEAD—2015 

On the ragged edge of brittle time, the paddle of life
Plays ping pong minuets of war and peace.
Yesterdays’ enemies...

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