Best Umbilical Poems

For many

Long years

I’ve lived

In your

 

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Your eyes

Cannot hide

Your lies

 

Pure deception -

now rejection

 

I take my

 

 

         KNIFE=====

 

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written on time’s page
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Toll-free is the call on this special day
as my gratitude ascends the umbilical cord,
never severed, even in the afterlife.

“I planted begonias in the garden you...

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Every flower has its own color
With annual observation,
this we springtime discover

Give a womb kernel cede
of acknowledgment
To the spectrum birthright
of each other

We are all one,
tho’ from...

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Inside the darkness of womb,
like a closed bud, yet to bloom.
Buried deep in a watery tomb,
my life pulsed, I knew no gloom.
My comfort zone, my...

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An aged rusty bed 

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Unrhymed tercets

The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting...

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The rising sun marks break of day
Its zenith, we call noon.
Its setting brings the evening chill
And ushers in the moon.

The sundial charts its burning rays.
Its...

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THE MEADOW

Spread
Neath umbilical sky
On nutrient Earth
She stands alone this noon

Surrounding woods
Mountains
Distant structures
Seem to encase the lush green plot
Have taken on a sunny sheen

Then there is...

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In the darkness of day,
we, the tear baptismal ones 
were reborn

In the shadow of Calvary,
we, the gospel seed
was crucifixion conceived — 
A bereaved delivery

On that...

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Stepping past the crater towards your door,
     I am reminded of warm days
surrendered in flowery abandon while
     brushing against cool veins of
leafy promise, requiring only the slightest
     compassion...

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There is always 
a dull longing
that goes unlabelled
and hangs a layer or two
below a joy, a pang
somewhere in the soul
that can't be coughed up
or cut...

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“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we...

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And I witness
Your deplorable “glory”
Hunching over my tattered spine,
So we can have something in common

You walk with glorified shell-shock,
Another sentient tongue, 
Straddling on the Eros...

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"Backhand"



You have turned me
inside out, cut open
like a tennis ball
I used to beat backhand
along with the racket
hard against the garage wall

To make sense of it...

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