Best Startlingly Poems

I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked...

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“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just...

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For a friend

I rise, on my strong wings
On breezes of summer night
Gales of early morning
Soft breathes of late afternoons

Gliding on this wide kite
Rustling of feathers...

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What does autumn sunshine gloriously reveal?
When the sun sets too swiftly in the west keel
When a breeze said, "Sweetheart, I admire you."
Now moan the dying...

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3.



Or down yet another city street,
This Way down that grand Hiway,
That Third Eye opened:
Random patches of dandelion manifest,
Climbing the overgrown commons by the road;
Disappearing out...

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Yosa Buson haiku translations

On the temple’s great bronze gong
a butterfly
snoozes.
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hard to describe:
this light sensation of being pinched
by a...

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An abandoned dragonling I did find,
I took him in and built a metal shed
for this dragonling to lay his head;
he grew to have a profound...

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Sister Mare, here is one last tear in your honor, coughed up indignantly
Without a bit of sanctimonious thought or belief that you might care
You, my...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct...

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Chopping wood sounds like shots - gunshots.
If they are done right, and these are.
Chop. Chop.Chop.  Shot. Shot. Shot.
I am outside, writing in the sun.
My...

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Part 4

this is a big high nine
to all my homies and homers and homoerotics
out there where the pedal hits the mental
as we head off upon...

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PRECOCIOUS IMAGES

 power
to astonish
primped& glistening
 closely engraved
in a
narcissistic
  preciousness
subtle
 laced with
  arrogance
substantial
  boasts
  engaging conceit
  in structured
    fantasticals

 initially
an
aptitude for  colour
in a
 complex tangle
touchingly
inscribed
 with a typical
 contemplation
of
startlingly
delight
with
prodigious
 curiosity
which
lingers
 in the mind
so
palpable &
 infectious
   in
subtle
ingenuity

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently...

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Standing in my kitchen, wearily washing breakfast's congealed dishes
  Dreaming desperately of dredging up a dinner delightful and delicious

Late winter's wan rays of sunlight...

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My grandchildren are growing up faster than dandelions on a summer’s day.
One second they are pulling themselves up on couches, 
and falling on their diapered...

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Things I fear
Bobcat’s cry, toddler’s sniffle, quick run of a mouse
Startlingly startling
Things I also fear…
IV pokes, trying when you have no clue.
Going blind.
No basis for...

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