Long Abraded Poems

After wishing me a good morning, he said that it was all set,
It was time to raze the house, even though I wasn't in debt!

But they wanted to build a big highway, exactly in this...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your...

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I’d heard of Persephone, that beautiful earthly maid, 
Who’d vowed her love to Hades, although her mother forbade –
An enraged Demeter scorched the earth; a desolate paradise was made,
But Persephone visits still, embrocating this soil-...

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The rain didn't fall 
last night so much
as it was thrown.

The wind didn't blow
last night so much
as it was whipped.

And a whip is
a thing which
lacerates, it cuts.

The day after
was the last day
and the next days
will...

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Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories

Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat

Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled

Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia...

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This is the second half, read part 1 for the first half

July dawned hot, we began to know
That here was something, a warm hot glow

August again, classes to fill
We planned as one, like Jack and...

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Compassion sings in velvet vibrato violin strokes, thrumming upon
an ivory frame suffused in dulcimer tones of need.

Half deaf we echo broken words, sharp jagged phrases, defining
the borders of empathy, binding the reach of the heart.

Compassion...

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"I don't see myself..." he began.
     That's quite OK.
You can feeeel yourself.
We can see you.
We do see you.
(and we are trying to feel you.)

Let us in?

"...making it through the next few...

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Your gashing shadow
on the campus bricks,
pinions me to bow and stick
to an aching fetal pose
pulling more than the sallow
shoes of a newly freed man
 
My marred heart implodes
as a cry of alert
that my turgid insides
won't...

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(In 1807, Beethoven wrote a piano/violin
piece with this title.  Count Leo Tolstoy
followed in 1890, with a short novel of the
same name, in which he argued that
matrimony can never work.)

What is a marriage? A fusion,...

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~*~

Cautiously I tread down a path paved of nightmares 
Dark trees with gnarled branches
Marked with loneliness
Stained with loss
Misery hangs in the air 
Despair trails down imaginary forest walls
Walls from which cries for help seep
Bottomless crevices...

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I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
Because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
Frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryear's love lying
Uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying     ...

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I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryears' love lying
uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
to escape as a means of...

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The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner,
the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life,
rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon,
drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars,
spread to oblivion breaking on the shore...

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At the distant verge of horizon
Slowly submerging is weary Sun
With reddened face
Bidding grudging adieus
To his day long drudging
Brooding over mandatory next come

I stood there staring at Him
I wanted to say “don’t depart”
In an automatic reflex
I...

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Waiting 





Years have passed by
as I endlessly wait,
Sure you are at peace
crazy... that's my trait,

Life a dejected flute
that you no longer hold,
Its many holes waiting 
for your tender kiss,
Warm breath to be blown
inside of me,
Magical...

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The first two lines from - I am Me Set me Free - by Maria Williams


Use my oil and mill my seed
My healing powers are all you need
I grow on trees as old as time
I...

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"Always thought of myself as a top of the food chain type of guy but lately I'm stuck on the bottom" 

In the pitch of night I wander 
foraging the inner workings of the mind...

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Hustle of traffic
In red and green
With whirls of more motor horn and
The thrust radio in my car
All concealed and unfortunate but,
In fierce search of oasis
"why not play the recorder?"
That someone said
And felt the rain...

Tale of...

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Adversity
'I need a word; I need a enunciation to exclaim'
Albeit I lack them
I need ear to hear echoes also sounds,
Circumstance holds everything bound
Assorted terminologies of facilitation, certainty and belief
Nothing accumulated lone mounted reef,
Tear coursed like...

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Ashen shoes with 
buttercup laces; untied.
In a skip of joyous cheeks
and a kin coloured kite.
The floor rose with fond eyes
and kissed a knee, or two.

The kiss was unrequited, 
chased by abraded skin 
as the sensation...

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