Best Reprieved Poems

No flame within! 
      do I hold for you
no delightful delicacy
      shall I put to rhyme.

No picturesque words
      in italics of your
woeful wildlife, no
      acknowledgement...

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MY TREE

Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
The tree a native of the fecund land
It’s limbs support the graceful arcing canopy
Each arm like a single tree of temperate terre
Forming structure a living city in the air

Great parasol once shaded tiger...

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A faint perfume of lilac blooms has stirred the sleeping dawn
Bright sunlight weaves a golden loom with threads across the lawn
Crisp white-lipped Delphiniums tossed snowflakes to the hills, while
Daffodils and pink jonquils shake off the morning chill

Each violet of morning has left no stone deferred
Found...

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My world a chasm of utter darkness
Dreariness enveloped me like a cloud
Bound by chains in an abandoned fortress
Tormented body -  a field freshly plowed
Accomplishments ignored; voice never heard
Wondered why on earth was I even born
Treated like clipped wings of a fallen bird
Ripped to shreds,...

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MY TREE - IT SHALL SURVIVE

Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
Residing native of the fecund land
It’s limbs supporting graceful arcing canopy
A wondrous teeming aerial village live
             ...

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Darkness still needs to be a portion of the sky,
It symbolizes grasping the cosmic matrix. 
Alas, it did not rise by a twist. It's the basics,
As morrow never rolls to spell crux truth, high.

A spark of love redeemed a sultry breeze,
for a renascence of the green...

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Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would now be left displeased,
by hurried tempers bent on winning wars,
neglectful of th’ endurance truth implores,
Tis sober wit we prize? ...

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At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold
Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow
Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low.

Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze
A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze.
With eyes full...

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wildflower meadow
as tall as a muntjac
cuckoo cuckooing
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farmers haymaking
grasshoppers stridulating
don't touch a stinkbug
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wood admiral glides
honeysuckle its host plant
humid the hot nights
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warm is the river
fish rising leaping for flies
life seeking cool shade
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inverted swimmers
water boatmen taking in air
cygnets follow pen
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as fall approaches
swifts are well on their way
second brood...

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THE KINTA VALLEY
OR : Dreams of the Sleeping Man
        (Anthropomorphic name of a mountain profile viewed from The Valley)

The sleeping man dreams on in calm detachment
While in valley below activity's frenetic, prolific
Such motion mere noise in history's grand...

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A Kis

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 Do eye need a kis. Eye need a girl to kis. Eye have a girl that eye can kis. 
Eye have kis her in the rain. Eye have kis her in mye heart. Eye have kis her in 
mye start of every day...

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So many faces moved through the desks in my classroom
                   sitting uncomfortably at first
             ...

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A Thousand Points of Light! ! ! ! !

Once a beacon of democracy
A shining light on the hill
The ‘American Dream’
	Anyone can ‘make it’  
Never more than aspirational
Structurally delusional

Always susceptible to its 
	Achilles heel of secessionism
Some of its best assassinated  
	Or by monied politics...

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  (  It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears. 
For my lost son Christopher; named after the god who suffers. )



            


I knew you before I...

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In your head to pass this time
Attributing the former to your lies
Remember our cycle. Oh! how we belonged
We herded great minds and looseth the wronged
This is your part in our shattered glass

Although we fenced these strong beliefs
It is insatiable lust we reprieved
just short a miracle...

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