Long Alphabets Poems

Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast
With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles and Squeaks.
Moo! Quack! Giggles tumble and bump.
Flaps...

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"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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A MINISTER RETIRES :  
SOLILOQUY 

I arise as infant Phoenix 
from Akasha ashes 
counterparts frozen 
with foibles intact
a still Arctic of death
sheath for recalibration 

Source Light breathes into 
fontanelle slowly sleepily  
Sekmet my...

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Everything I know...I learned from children’s books 

One day I ran to Grandpa and I looked into his ear.
“Mommy says you’re pretty smart…do you keep your brains in here?”

“Oh, It’s too dark. I can’t see...

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One day I ran to Grandpa…And I looked into his ear.
“Mommy says you’re pretty smart….Do you keep your brains in here?”

It’s too dark in here. I can’t see a thing…I don’t know what to do.
Grandpa...

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All things that glow and move,
all things that change and pass,
I gather their delight
as in a burning-glass;
Judith Wright

The Queen's Conjurer
1.
'Given to magic and uncanny arts'
'Art mathematical' to make strange works
 Genius of movement artificial
Mechanical scarab...

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"ls this explicit can it be more than just a thought a true story within each letter place. Together in a line in a single line, there's Glory post haste. I just want to tell...

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As a historian I was focused, on the long record of writing,
Considered an expert in the field, I found it most exciting.

For countless delights have arisen, out of the written word;
And we only knew crude...

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When my inkless isles 
become drenched 
   with icy wintergreen embers 
of apologetic auroras ~ 
 and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, 
  this soul orchestrating in...

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The alphabets were standing in a line 26 strong,
The Language Door Keeper knew at once something 
was wrong...
No verbs or nouns or personifications, no sentence
structures, or punctuation. 

What is the problem The Language Door Keeper...

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  I AM POETRY 

‘In the Beginning
was the Word’
light penetrated dark
sound big-banged birthed
three in One creating
~ P o e t r y ~
I am this poised superlative 
unchanging yet exotically emitting 
all that changes...

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If I walk across scolding coals, does that make me unstoppable
If I steal metaphors, does that make me a mastermind UN-robbable?
That's improbable, but it's not impossible for the phenomenal,
Call me Skitzo, I'll shatter monk monastery...

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Let’s just call each other  Ra and Nut  ok?  
      No need to be formal here behind the pyramid.
      I tell you,...

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THE PLURALISTS : Empedocles & Anaxagoras

That single primary substance the ‘arche’ of
the Ionian philosophers ,
Was challenged by Emphedocles (b.495BC)
and Anaxagoras(b.500BC) !
Emphedocles spoke of four qualitative elements
of Nature ;
As Earth , Air , Fire and Water...

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What's in writing?
What makes one to author something from the absolute scratch?
What is the science of this art?
Is it just the perceptible version of the human thought or something-deep lies within this solemn form of...

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In ancient looms of my homeland,
Fairies once shuttled across threads of rainbows
Weaving folklores of gods and goddesses.

Our tapestry needed no haberdashery of
Brabubahanas and Chitrngadas or a vijay panchali,
For no tantric-needle knitted our folktales.

I want to...

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The first day of war is the last day of peace
The leaders serve not like ladders anymore
They turn to feathers
And fly away
Because they are the land lords of the nation
The tenants now bear the penance
...

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the black word at the top
"Confuses"
probably not just me
but what does it me
on this card all about satiation of a puzzle piece of Freudian slips
of the ego maniac dealing me a hand
of a two sided...

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Folks say his mother used to read
Stories of ancient warriors indeed,
To give birth to a child as brave
As a legend beneath a historic grave.

'Achilles'- She used to call her son
And he grew up, fascinating like...

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The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono

A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it recedes in cycles dashing back...

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To My Dear...
I hope everything is fine at your end
Time is running and my heart is grieving
As I count the remaining days...
Just couple of months left.
I lost you somewhere, I don't know where
Though it was...

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Echoes of past
Sounds that had been
Touches once in lust
Now nothing
 
Ah, you are not dead in a sense
Your eyes had read these very prints
Much of my eyes I got from your genes
Many see in it your...

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Oh my dear world wide second language,                            ...

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The window lets in an odd solitary ray of light,
Of timid color, a cusp between twilight and night.
It lands hesitatingly on the golden tip of my pen,
and then blasts into the iris of my eye,...

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As a child, he outlasted the nine-month process and lasted ten months within his mother's womb. Ten months inside made him different than us. 
A child who was classified with brilliant mathematical skills. 
Skills which...

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