Best Reproduced Poems

Is He watching?
When my tongue thirsts for sin,
Gamble my faith with filth,
When my tongue spills its worst,
My ears long to be filled with corruption,
When my...

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Such a weight, these boulders of depression.
Carrying them has become a useless, sad obsession...
A way to define the core of self, the Inner Being
Only talk...

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One fine day as I was traversing the green,
in the last throes of Autumns'  twilight.
I sat upon a flat stone,
overlooking a trilling brook,
to ponder...

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(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and...

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Give me that old skool love, a groovy throw back

kind of love that is black and white like the first TVs.

A tapered leg acid washed...

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La capinera's wintering pieces of tropic tunes
    The garden warbler's echoes of dark melodies
Post-colonial poets return by summering fortunes 
  ...

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From the onset you become
The supernatural puppeteer behind power
The chieftain of the tycoons
The moral and immoral nous
The sheepherder of the multiverse
Why tenuring freudalism and captivity?
Thy...

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Snowfall so heavy in 'eighty-two
 reproduced a Christmas card view.
A biting wind swirled in one foot drifts
 over hanging in bridges..makeshift.

The fields flooded into skating...

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The Second Star of God
a.k.a. The Unpublished Alleluia Symphony


I have seen a star rise over this land
I have seen my Lord sat on His Throne
I...

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Lies lies lies 
Easily and swiftly they flow out 
And never will they stop 
Until the stoppage of life 
Like the blood from the jugular...

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I was born at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road
Which runs through Shepherds Bush 
Like an artery, 
And in the mid 1960s,
Served as one...

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Berkshire is a landscape
Of beauty and perfection
Unless you live in Newbury
You'll cling to this perception
Even though this town
Seems quaint unto a stranger
He is yet to...

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An attorney friend of mine once said,
We have two opposing views
of the hows and whys of law and time and natural evolution,
including natural law,
and including...

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I placed the islands in my eyes
A steady whistle
Who let him do it
Blood falls again in the sky
The divine things to the spiral nails
One species...

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Part Two

When we were young you used to have a wit rarely challenged and a strength of passion no one questioned 
Now you stress about...

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