January Body Poems

Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night...

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You say you're old, but I don't see it
Your wrinkles are just lines of wisdom
Your hair is not gray, but silver
Your eyes are not dull,...

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Just Call Me Miracle Man
By: Miracle Man
January 31st 2024

From life events I’m left scarred and bruised,
so “Tough Old Bird” are words others have used.
Due to...

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Time is a river that flows endlessly
Carrying memories and dreams along the way
Sometimes it is calm and gentle, sometimes it is rough and stormy
But time...

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Existentialism emancipation proclamation manumission...

Flourishes amidst freedom 
once invisible (alice in) chains shucked
when soul no longer kept linkedin 
to jane's addiction 
with corporeal duty, entity, fealty......

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Perceptions, like tender sun rays, swiftly peep in,
With inference as sharp as the prick of a pin;
Comparison, like a physical balance, weighs,
With the sound of...

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Inextricably rooted with hair fixation

As a lad in grade school,
yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive,
oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid,
whose voice exhibited
a severe nasal twang)
felt envious...

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In the devastating deluge of sorrow river,
swept by the agony current the senses quiver. 
Perceptive awareness faculty sinks within deep,
awakens the quintessence so long asleep.

From...

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Mind-body cage, binds and confines
Yet a double edged sword
When with love, head and heart aligns
Our soul’s glow is restored

How long will we flounder
Rekindle love’s wonder...

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I'm scared about a bladder overflow.
I'm recently leaving through your scarecrow.
Be shrewd if you go around the corner.
Yellow snow should serve as eye-opener.


Written: January 24,...

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a sweaty mugginess 
                 falls to the scent of...

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Night I am cold, though viscera burning,
I have pierced on a spit my torso turning.
Supposedly decomposing, et cetera;
words as per usual, concerning;

Do suggest a plethora,...

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 "Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude... 
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers" - Regina McIntosh
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There was time when life was a tight...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Two drifting hearts 
pining to be one,
hover on the convergent surge 
of the winds of yearning.
Once fused, the primal passion 
drives their propulsion,
taking them to...

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