Best Scaffolds Poems

Mentors like priests preparing me for holy rite
Institutional slaves to a false trinity
Subduing adventure, exploration and discovery to classroom rigor
Eternal stairway ... moonbeams to the golden dream
Dismatling who I am so I become who you want me to be
Urges denied constructing scaffolds, setting beam
Castling on...

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Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must...

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Sooth this irrational rage resplendent in its affliction
See through the foolish drawls that make up my surrounding core
Understand I see each flaw of mine in light of your brilliance
Not to compare yours to my worth as wretches do thrash in vain,
But to mold along your...

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Mount Rushmore; Carved in Stone

From deep within the earth’s crust,
An orogeny pushes
The batholith upwards
To become ‘The Shrine of Democracy,’
Of weathered presidential faces
Chiseled in rock in South Dakota;
Representing 150 years of history
(From birth of a nation
To entry into the 20th. century)
In carved images:
Of Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt,...

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Walk the streets, Passed the subway trains 
Echos of piss and debris, Filled streets 
Rushed paces, Sky scrapers withhold glory 
Look onto and pass, The city that never sleeps
An overwhelming sight of rodents, Amongst the people
Much like scattered roaches, They raid on Broadway
Faces fade into...

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My roots are strong stemming from bridges and scaffolds that embody the strength of a spirit Gracefully swaying in the wind
Dancing to a tune
Adjusted tempo to a rise and fall 
I move to the beat 
Battered and bruised 
Soles of my feet
Walked a thousand miles...

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Orange bulb lit firefly, 
Silhouetted scaffolds delude my reticent pace
Speckling lights flutter to my grazing eye, 
Across a barren waste. 
Lonesome night breeze crispends forward gaze,
Tomorrow’s evening builds on and on to a swell. 
Hopeless hope listens less to reason, but only mad lovers craze.
Only...

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For all the Sphynx and Pyramids of their days
These that towered beyond Babel before me
Straightening the old gordian knot of our maze
Have too been swallowed by the unseen eternity
            For all our might like...

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“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act V, Scene I

I weep by a stardust shore where the seraphs sing
Tangerine tears rain despair 'neath a velveteen veil  
My melancholic...

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Mind the Paint


Oh, to paint the inside of the egg
restyle the matted gray of sunless gloom
splash color on the curtains that belie
soft filtered light through windows of the soul.
Scaffolds to paint the Sistine of the Dome
brushstrokes to taunt the essence of our thought
teasing the tortured...

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Some float,
move on the diameter of a whim.
A few articulate between joy and grief,
others are hinged
so that ears can hear each other.

Most are scaffolds.
One hollow bone hums in the throat,
it channels the smoky music
of sub-conscious saxophones.

A few are honeycombed for memory
and procreation.
One is a cave...

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Purple bats and evil cats and strangled ghosts that laugh 
jet black cloaks, snickering blokes and witches that gaff 

Pumpkin grins, talking garbage bins and all that moves 
Halloween rhymes and pentacle signs with evil grooves 

Children running from the shadows towards the gallows 
skeleton...

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What Dad Did

Friends from the nearby projects bike over e'er since we had hit-it-off
and dad atop his makeshift throne, food aplenty, points to the nearby ladder.

Time is October 1973, it was on a Sunday and this day was to be the best-of-seven playoffs of the...

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Wonder's Mother, Misery

      Digging up the philosophical topic:
      Disputing bliss as the ultimate state. 
      Argues that striving for worthy causes
      is crucial to satisfaction....

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I thought these white words like seering light
That jived my brain with alien meanings
To my pain were scandalously gone
I thought I would have to find a way to speak
Using silence as my native tongue
While I mourn the longing for cadence and rhyme
Then suddenly I was...

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