Long Accumulations Poems

Enter beside the hollow log mailbox.
Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows.
Wild ferns are the underbrush
where Fairy Wrens flit from the slightest presence.
This driveway winds by towering bush gums flanked
on the...

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Brutal was the biting wind,
sweeping brown locks of a tiny urchin 
side to side, often hiding her eyes.
 
Oversized slippers she had donned
were lost in deep snow drifts.
She plodded forth barefoot, risking frostbite.
 
Little daylight...

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ONCE HAD IS NOT A PROPERTY

Few are looking for what many got that I had
Much effort is a necessity as success is a work hard
Some few are looking for a shortcut; heard failure is a...

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in the book of Luke there's a reference that's mentioned
a disclosure of the boy named Jesus and His future intentions
He had been chosen to wear the Jewish crown upon His head
and attend to  His...

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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With...

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Tomorrow’s another day, when 
this present is dead and done
In reality one rotation, on 
earths path around the sun
The position can be calculated,
but what lies in store unknown 
Our planet’s measurable, not 
unpredictable like skin...

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ancient hope

a moderately heavy mass of emergent winds, kick up sleeping debris from the surrounding space, spreading its floating carpet, singing in concert with sultry wings, humid and upwardly ascending, gathering behind it a light...

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Spring rises and is reborn
   with a warm, glowing morning sun.
May apples, marsh daisies, wild purple, yellow and white violets
   peek from the earth with round glossy greens and flowers.
Wild scallions,...

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The rich fare so poorly
in completely divesting of the gold chains
Losing it all ... casting away
the luster of the pearly platinum 
family portraits on the baroque mansion, 
spiral stairway wall

The copper savings ... deposit daub...

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TALKING TO AN ELEPHANT IN A TREE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I was stunned this morning saw an elephant in a tree
Motioning, trumpeting, hey, please come talk with  me
Tell me please, how in the world did you...

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Hindered by the depth and breadth of winter
Cliffs dangle just outside the bungalow
With clear icicle mysteries remote
Hanging over shingles for dear life

Inside, imprisoned safe and sound
The hunter counts his rounds of ammunition
Riffle nestled useless by...

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The restoration properties
collected in each and
every grain of sand, 
stimulates the aging 
functions that affect
durations longing of 
infinity that it now
possesses a
plunging pit,
beings owned 
and detained in
accumulations of
senseless sands compiles, 
in an attribute of time,...

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Accumulations, life spent
Their soft coldness, covering
Footprints left behind, 
Debts and dues.
Looking back, how swiftly they disappear
Skies clear
We continue.

Blizzards
A Stroke at midnight
Mornings
Daylights
pause…

That dream is over
Damn fish tank wakes me up.
Humming sounds of perpetual life
Force fed air,...

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We wait upon the rains to come our way,
and if I read the signs, it seems they might.
The sky is dark; the clouds have much to say.
The sun, it seems, has given up the fight.

Accumulations...

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Gaze into one's eyes..
You shall see one's truth
You shall feel one's truth..

The eyes contain depth..
There lies no deep dark secrets..
Secrets reside deep within..
Swims beneath one's ocean..
An ocean of which is inside all of us..

Inside one's...

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Warped in perfect symmetry
Ancestral imagery
frayed around the edges
revoke the privileges
of past remembrance.
A tapestry, a cosmic dance
of ideas woven, history acquired
kiln fired
and hand-stitched into the fate
that our lives illuminate
in technicolored illusions
and delusions
of in-consequence,
living in a pretense
of...

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And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The House support itself
And cease to recollect
Emily Dickenson.

Queen of Heaven

Give me faith!
Ground me!
Tell me the sky will not fall in
the earth at my feet will
not give way- pray,
shelter us-...

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Time passed away in the dark,
the bedside clock fell silent
it was never much of a talker.

Below the curtained window
snow had numbed the night,
ill at ease my body stretched
as if seeking a way out of its...

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Prana

Cloudy blue stretches itself with grey yellow beams
the faint moon in observation as it seems
salty fragrance by captured firmament
ocean of Prana in living breath of decadent
realms of light by conscious vision
timeless dreams condition
keeper of wishing...

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I dressed myself this winter’s night
In coat with hood, and gloves and scarf,
Winter boots and sweater warm
And safety glasses too.

Snowflakes were falling, piling up
In snow drifts high in my driveway,
Around my apartment door 
And in...

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Shattered are the dreams of the wanting, as they live in their broken homes 
Bodies wracked with pain, spirits crushed as they live out those wasted lives

Accumulations of sorrow, all these and more, in the...

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Lustful silly dying pleads mistakes
Heralded lying deeds unforgotten bleeds
Passion misplaced heartaches reversed  
Diamonds’ faded shines tossed ashore  
Rumors, subside trusted missions disgraceful
Allies uttered passion siblings’ chatting 

Moonlight madness captured blissfulness
Insuperable numbers unfolded lies...

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A design of
never-ending procreation
with genes that in the end
become petroglyphs on walls
or words in wastebaskets.

Rationalization's for meeting
the Unknown are
all the accumulations for survival
that become lost in a Great Reality:
I am dying.

No need to add cancer...

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"On the ocean waves" of deep cobalt blue
Rides white foam spray that brushes rocky shore
Tickles their fantasy leaves in quick spew
After has caused such unusual roar

Rocky shore, rocky times life gives damp sprays
Coating everyone with...

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Memory still walks
along the river
on a summer's evening 
when a soft wind
lingers over the mangroves 
and lifts the smell of mud
rimmed along the river's edge
into the warm air. 

I imagine mulloway 
prowling the deep channels...

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