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This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. 
It is something I wrote...

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I want conversations 
with writers and poets
The wise the wacky 
the dark and the stoic 
I need to drink your words
I fear my disease is...

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(this is a form called Swap Quatrain, where first
line's phrases swap in the last line of each stanza)

In shadows’ veils, at end of night,
sweet Moon...

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Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now...

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My eyes cry for
fuschia glimmer on 
indigo waves again,
but all I see are 
haunting hues
of black sequin
glittered epitaphs;
reflections of hollow 
clouds enveloping cold air;
building tension...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
  ...

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When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties,
their foreheads painted with decorative red dots,
and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright...

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I've grown a bit slower, I've grown a bit fatter,
  my mission each hour: relieving my bladder.
When I was a youngster, I had no...

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To count the ways, I dare to comprehend
such finite love defined in written line,
for quantity shall never find an end 
to love that lets infinity...

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A long, long time ago on a cold winter's night

A long, long time ago on a cold winter’s night
Two hearts were broken the crest of...

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Narrate you own life's story
and tell you own life's tale
Don't leave it up for grabs
or even up for sale!

Write down your own life's story
before the...

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The Language of Blue

Sinking into the lyrical language of blue
Prime layers of still solitude speak
 With muted voices
  In sapphire soprano rhapsodies,
Lines of bass...

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dust …

they say ...
dust ... to dust, yet
I have measured the stars
counted their intervals
felt hope's whisper on my neck, keen
kissed and cursed its face …
I...

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