Best Spaceless Poems

In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,

A lavender Tigress of effortless enlightenment
seeking sensations on the edge of eternity's cremation, 
on her...

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This sitting takes me to an attic of raw light
bestowing foams of quiet glow for travelers 
unyielding to a precise compass
of direction, a spaceless space nourished as it
were, losing the self to Bodhi-like clouds
and nomadic lotus spreads. I release this soul
buried in the kundalini to...

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Before this my Lady                                         ...

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Occasionally in a yard,
You were the focused scene
Library, high wall, green tree and lawn included,
As the spaceless view.
I desired to shoot this landscape
But the shutter of emotions
Missed that very moment.
In my heart, you became 
The blank film.
I should have taken a photograph of it again
However...

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THE UNHOLY TERROR OF LITTLE TOM 

The bashing sounds of thunder echo in reverberation 
to the electrifying bolts of lightning that illuminated
every single room from dark to light just seconds earlier.
Sheets of rabid rain torpedo upon a leaky roof.
Broken limbs of trees tossed away by...

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Taste remorse bleeding from my lips,
Feel the pain of my dreams unleashed.
Shooting stars struggle to eclipse
One last flash of a perfect wish.

Make the way with me,
Help my spirit flee,
Set my soul free,
It is smothered.
Let me find my place
In this tempting haze,
In the night's embrace,
I am...

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She waits,
eight black spindles joined at one end by a pivot, a compass.
Each pinpoint balanced at the intersections
of self-drawn polygons.
Legs jointed like the fingers of a skeleton,
deft, dexterous as a harpist.
Body in two sections with ample abdomen,
the African who carries the water jug on her...

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*~)~*
dwarf stars
dance on 
angelic
heads
--(--
:
((-o!* ))--(( *!o-)
beyond }{ dnoyeb
above  evoba
(mindless merciless movement
moving merciful mind)
…>-((!!...
sailing on solar wind
walking on lunar souls
…!!))-
erasing ironic eons
egesting iconic ions
 (flowing ~ crying ~ sighing)
/>__/
dark space going
space going dark
spaceless ~ timeless
isless
is
less
…
there you I me 
:
frozen...

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It's Always Morning--Monologue

The title is a truth.  It is a quotation
from my deceased son, several years after
he took his life, and was given to me on
a day when I was in touch with his spirit
--uttered casually like similar thoughts
from him, such as "yesterday is...

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My Math Teacher said:
I know how to teach you about 1
but can't guide you into comprehending None--0

A more sacredly co-arising binomial relationship,
less traveled bipartisan path
to know Zero rises positive toward full future
and suppresses negative
degenerating back
reversing toward empty non-numeric past.

In any not qualitative
and non-quantitative way
that would...

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"The secrecy chamber of poets which untold"

When do the soul of poets sincerely revealed?
Reversed to their silent words
Reversed to the colors of their worlds
Spineless, spaceless, beautifully saved behind the shapes of those letters

Could you sense?
When the rage prevailed and the turbulence weaved the wounds?
Or when...

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I don't recall whose inspired idea it wasn't
to invite the math professor
into our Therapeutic Collaborative Laboratory.

I do recall when I first heard her speak
of cooperative polynomial qualities
for improving ego/eco-therapeutic communications.

She was, of course,
in the back of the room.
I noticed her on my way in,
wondering if...

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PEACE LILY

         Three o’clock morning 
 a solitary hour of bliss
            I gaze at a dark open tunnel 
       ...

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winding scarves on my face
blowing air through my skin
skirting around my legs searching
in my soul rooting out the pegs
of memory of other winds of
time    spaceless    nameless
places and scenes that are
past and gone lifted up out of
sorrow far away gone...

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After the unreached future burns whatever remains
In the unseen ashes to unknown heights it flies away.

After the disowned image fades whatever remains
On the deserted wings to desolate sky it flies away.

After the shapeless shadow floats whatever remains
In the distant clouds as dissolved memory it melts...

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