Best Unheeding Poems

Flings and wings and rings rejected…
 Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…
“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, adore or pay me mind”

Penciled lines drew cruel conclusions
mocking mirror’s cracked illusions…
Sometimes, in time, I hang awhile, reflected in her parting smile

Drifting wan, below unheeding
worried, wounded suns...

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I look in your eyes 
what do I see
A shell of myself
who I used to be
   A minuscule fragment 
of who I was before
When red carpet 
stretched out across my floor
   A day and time 
opportunities, abundant
Long before I became 
hopelessly...

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Pill bugs wet with dew
as crawling gray domes mirror
green turf, salmon sun.

Copter seeds whirling,
a squirrel chases paper
treasure for her nest.

Young cat mock-tweeting,
wily sparrows unheeding,
paws press on the screen....

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Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants
shaped by boyhood aspirations 
diminutive left foot striker
taunted "dwarf" in childhood 
his growth hormone deficiency 
                    overcome through meds and workouts
...

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NOT  LISTENING


Choral gladioli  in formal circles,
Standing awkward beneath the pines’
Shade  -  their  pinks and purples
Gasping in the gloom for sunshine.

Immersed in a happy crowd mustered
Around them  - dandelions in masses
Like children in unruly jostling clusters,
A natural  attraction -...

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From the deep recesses of mind
emerges a stimulation
that necessitates a defined
sudden, high-level invention.
Once imagined its stay is brief
and must be dealt with before lost
to distraction. I would as lief
act on its potential than toss
it on an unheeding scrapheap.
Each notion is temporary
and must be exploited to...

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She was in her prime,
her slender body
is still intact, no wounds but

her mouth.
It is open and her teeth
are red – red and jagged,

like an impaler’s spikes
on which many a tiny creature
has squeaked its last.

Blunt grey eyes stare ahead
still, not comprehending,
but blindly aware of something.

Perhaps someone...

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Can I ever aspire to have, from you, a glance?
Can I ever dream to have, with you, a dance?
On a yacht
While the mermaids will watch
All enraptured
By the fiery glow that emanates from our burns
Our burns, shining forth
Making us hoarse
And worn, all spent from love making
All...

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THE STRANGER MAN (3)

But let life live its life and I mine.
I ease myself of all worries
And drift where I may such as liberal
As a wind and unheeding to the obstruction
Where of the fate of the wind lies.
With same velocity on toward the hurdle
And whether...

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2.



"Those who have gone astray, whom [the Holy Spirit] itself begets, usually go
astray also because of the Spirit.  Thus, by this one and the same breath, the
fire blazes and is put out."

--- From the Gospel of Phillip

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Alone, so very alone, one can only be...

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Mount Baker seen from my window,
is framed in his garment of snow,
towering over his neighbors and
admired from the valley below.
His beauty can't be disputed,
the poets and artists concur.
His jealous sister is angry.
He's taking attention from her.

So proud of the fact she is taller
than all of...

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It was suggested that I plan my
Own funeral
The entities living on me
In me
Have ensured that I will not last forever

I lived quietly among my family for eons
Uninhabited
But never lonely

Then the entities came
Looking for virgin land
Wild and free
With no history
- as far as they were concerned

They...

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Diary Notes: Lamentable laissez-faire

                     …the lêche cul is
back
         every cell of her a seething surging cesspool of...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake- Part Six

Awake! Dour Dreamer! And draw the curtain of benumbing clouds
Fairies hover by ears to whisper mantras dispelling doubts
Already unheeding magpies cluck rudely tongue-in-beak
And trans-continental flights from Orly pierce through rain clouds

Good hour or two has gone by since Metro...

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In an ahistorical fog:

all the Ways home,

all the signposts,

treacherously hidden 

by greedy men and women:

all eyes off the ball:

mere contemptible bourgeois folly.


2.


The rain is unending,

the wind howls,

the flooded river races,

its banks rapidly disappearing

in this darkness at noon.

Laid bare by the flashing, crackling

lightning, the wagon teams...

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