Devotion City Poems

Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice,
while others brazenly squirm,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus...

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Barefooted, I keep sliding
Shuffling down the Long Grass Street
To the fountain of Poseidon
Where some ageless people meet
Think it’s time to see my friend
And a dog...

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The Grill is set
The words are ready for effect
Preparation
Thanking
Patience
Ingredient words
Sentences dressing
Pinch alpha here and there
Watchful with care
Inspired heart
Write
Let the emotions flow
Slimmer
Appreciate
Complete
Done 
Serve...

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Let me watch at that sea that
I've been haunted when I was fourteen.
      My teens, at the high school, a...

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As the years and times 
will change this bustling city,
once almost invisible to Heaven itself:
we'll remember it as it took the face of death,
giving each...

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MY FRIEND
I know I should love her style
Even if in mud she can't flee
I see her from a mile
And she seems ready to welcome me
On...

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Words of evening she speaks
To him 
I act if I don't know
There in secret places
Is where they wish to go
Mornings were I labor most
To be...

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Some people will judge someone else character without comprehending what he/she has endured… Outer appearances are superficial to the naked eye and has no value...

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As I wash these dishes. 
I wash the wishes 
from these tired and ruined hands. 

I look out into the street 
with a thousand yard...

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Her hair blown in the infernal blast
As the train hurtles pass
hot are the rains rushing past
Falling on an ashen hued metropolis
her form is framed in...

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Tunic trivials
turban tribunal trances 
casual caustic cramps...

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From the balcony
India rises
yet modern
her vast horizon
steel stained
metal tendrils
far reaching.

From my window
palaces do not
stretch far
temples fall
out of line
I fix on
you.

From the sofa
your gaze
rests on nothing
specifically
and...

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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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Bay Area Nigh December

A tryst on a San Francisco trolley
that exhibits penchant amidst a glance,
for 'tis wintry time launch all, too jolly
save two turtledoves, culled...

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In the palate of a rainbow purple is my muse , such depth, such splendour it entrances the eye it fixates only on it 

This...

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