Angst Green Poems

I have to push myself outside
For I am an introvert 
I don’t swell with purple pride
Inside not how I work

I’m self sufficient near to a...

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Purple phone on the piano
Red rings sing of missed rendezvous 
I’m sure it is my fuchsia fellow
But what’s a cocoa girl to do

I’m in love...

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In the gentle haze of emerald leaves
Is balm for minds wrestling with unease

With a sweet green goddess solace found
In the garden where anxiety is unbound

She...

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I fight sleep like Muhammad Ali
Like I’m a newborn babe
I can be tired but still inspired
to write neon night away

But on this night I have...

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The importance of the small things

Out of a crack at the foot of a wall, a tiny baby mouse
blinded by the brightness of this autumnal...

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Winter Coolers

The air of Delhi,
Giving the pure air bely,
One-time visit to our Suraj valley,
Where even stone mosses give pure air.
Where the discussion on the Chinaberry,
Giving...

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Light crashes sounds like brittle glass 
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes 
The colors reak of deep rot like blues 
Creeping green burning acidic...

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Another Friday assigned 
the number thirteen has ended
uneventfully or maybe it just seems 
that way to me whose days from that 
of my birth if...

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***A Parenting Tale***

He must’ve been
Just barely fourteen, but still off as
A ninja filling a pillowcase
   with chocolate on Halloween.
Although through all other days...

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Black Sun’s crypt sands,
feeling infernal crimson winds 
ancient galleon sail
Across a brutal bloody land.
Setting on Jagged black
Shores casting far into golden 
Halo’s, burning the horizon...

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Watching the horizons 
as the waves crash… 
The sun dies its elegant death 
of golden blood 
upon the distant shores. 
It washes jade green and...

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I am a girl with a body made of soil. We catch falling embers of fire in our bare hands with laughter;

And later I catch...

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and spoils of Western Civilization.

Thrum of the central heater...
manually activated upon advent of twilight
(since yours truly not resident within "smart home"),
nevertheless warm cockles and muscles
appreciate...

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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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My mom, with the green
witch's casual, sour malice,  
can verbally kill.

But she is easily
deceived by disguise 
- my body is a mask.

My submission is
but...

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