Heaven Hyperbole Poems

Do not be envious of the water that waters another's yard
The grass is always greener, and a reason for their trivial mirth
Remember the green grows...

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Embroiled in
Pre-dawn delusions
Assuming the
Cloud covered moon is
Destroying its symbolism
For my own amusement
As the parking lot becomes
Mystical, enlightened
Full of
Ambient apparitions 
Of the eternal type
With the coyotes...

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NO More day NO More night
Rainy sun and blue moon in the half-light of day
Dancing with green silence
NO more music caught red-handed
by the simultaneous clash...

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I had leaned on the bar of the balcony, when suddenly
My eyes and my mind have captured, from far away
A silhouette creeping down the steps...

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I
God always wins the wager if we live long on earth... and even if we don't.

II
Some questions die with questioners; even if God heard the...

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From silver-white to heavenly-black,
Trace her edges, her skin. 
Stroke the boundaries of the heaven she contains within. 
And if in every of your mark and...

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My prayer is clamorous, “Let this cup pass.”
somewhat pious, a smidgen of brass.
God's Word relates how mountains were moved,
waters turned back and shackles removed.

Thus so...

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Every step she takes rocks her world. 
A butterfly is a dragon. 
Life is a beast that must be slain. 
It rips her heart apart...

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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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A ghostly fog dissipates with dawn's first light,
         yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
  ...

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(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)

if wand whoosh,
     a mollified Genie could wave
...

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My Life My Way 1


       In childhood mom says:
          ...

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What will you say 
If you heard that I have been murdered 
Brutally battered on the street of Gudu 
That same place where provides me
Both...

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maybe the ones who have left

us early by the malice of their own

hand knew what matters most:

procreation; the evolution of

planetary life amply illuminated, steeled

to survive...

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one  seventh heaven fantasy of this middle aged hetero
sexual mwm would be  to take the playbook of the late 
(recently deceased) Hugh Hefner....

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