Best Slackening Poems

My Cloud white and five-point stars 
join royal blue and strips of red,
stitched into a familiar pattern,
folded and temporarily put to bed.

The first time up the pole, crisp 
edges flap and crack in the breeze.
Frosty air and rain pelts my sides
as I stiffen with winter...

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FLYING   FREE



Strings hold it tight;
Wind lifts it out of sight.
Without both,  kite cannot fly  -
Nor orchestrate the silent sky.

A son stretches away
From parents’ song and what they say:
He’s straying from the fold  -
They’re slackening their staying hold....

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Now´s the time to wake up,
time to shout,
tell the people you meet
what you´re really about
no time for hiding,
no time for shrinking
gotta show the world
what you´re really thinking
cos the frequency is rising
the frequency is rising
the power is rising
the power is rising.....
things are gonna get even more...

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The formality of it stings.
“How are you?” 
Delivered with a self-conscious courtesy and
a poverty of emotion 
calculated to immediately keep 
me at arm’s length, 
fencing herself in.

There was a time when this
same greeting would
have been prefixed with a
velvet-soft “hey” and saturated with 
a low hum...

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Centered around ephemeral shapes, 
Now—shapeless now—flailing—
Yellows, blues, oranges and reds,
Heat eating what surrounds it till it Can no more—eyes—in the fire. . .

The way life moves toward danger, 
And eyes watch closely,
Growing and slackening,
Distant singing and laughter. . .

The fires that hear stories of the...

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I felt a painful blain, during the feverish slackening of repeating rain
The pain far worse than a usual swell, reminds me how it rains in hell
If the drops could not perish from their comfort zone, my wound would want to make a moan

More than a...

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What just happened yesterday
Must have been dreaming I guess
Met a beautiful stunning young lady
Left me in a helluva mess

Always thought I was in total control 
But she knocked me back on my ass
Drooling from my gaping mouth
A totally out-of-control mess

Can't believe her feminine guile
Don't get...

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What just happened yesterday
Must have been dreaming I guess
Met a beautiful stunning young lady
Left me in a helluva mess

Always thought I was in total control 
But she knocked me back on my ass
Drooling from my gaping mouth
A totally out-of-control mess

Can't believe her feminine guile
Don't get...

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Violent noisy events in  waves slap ,
Break and coersively snatch away 
Distrubing the foamy thoughts in array,
Spreading across the stretch and dap

Calm and quietude that envelope
And revive the slackening sprit -
Beyond the roaring waters sans limit ,
Get tossed with the flickering hope 

A little...

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I lay with languor praying for an answer I’d been seeking.
Azure glitter-drops splashed upon
the clean white sand nearby my feet.
I drifted into sleep then as wisps of clouds
in a sky mirroring the cerulean sea beneath it
wafted slowly like my slackening pensive thoughts.
I’d dozed and was...

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Black girls mollycoddle,
dandle cranky babies;
some cradled on arm and hip,
some hustled along
on low-riding wheels.

Brown men lounge outside bodega’s,
some soft-soap, play imaginary guitars,
some flash smiles at the slackening sun,
dare it to glitz elsewhere.

White girls sit on the steep stoops
bare knees out and breezing,
smoke with dreamy eyes,
pass...

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I know that you’ll pretend to be asleep 
to sip and slurp the darkness in my eyes.  
While steely train-tracks slide and jump and weep
in your sick, slick, and slackening July,
my amtrak seat stays sticking to my thighs...

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The taut rope is tightening, 
Fears of an end heightening;
No hope of it loosening:
The craziest reasoning…

Yes, helping hands slackening,
A quite bright day darkening;
Now, a sight quite sickening,
The vigorous weakening, 
Tough men turn the defenseless,
As tough women the helpless…

On could pick out the listless,
At that moment...

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In case the mirror’s not enough,
Reminders of my age
May crop up just to let me know
I’m at a certain stage.

A lack of energy, perhaps,
Or slackening of skills,
More visits to the doctor
And a daily dose of pills…

A host of ailments never known
When in my younger years
And...

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