Long Alveoli Poems

Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide...

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Ah... how envious, those young, restless, and fecund...

Lucky young guys and gals
admission courtesy yours
truly finds small (medium)
poetaster at large rubicund
perhaps anonymous reader

lollygagging (cyber space)
while away leisure stunned
boot why such shock despite
old & decrepit peppy gunned
no...

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Suddenly over the sudden years
I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross -
the weight of sundry uncharted days.
Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder
and not the broken spool in a...

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A mind can be renewed if a mind can be observed
What exaggerated stories, what web of lies do I tell myself,
When things go wrong? Do I go on and on ... about what I deserved!

Enter...

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How marvelous that when we bleed,
To staunch a flow with little speed,
If not too deep, no bandaid need.

A miracle occurs indeed:
The platelet, wondrous little seed,
Exposed to air, sprouts like a weed,

Creates a mesh from here...

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Soul Starving in the Midst of Plenty
By Sy Roth

Just a slit where air,
Some air can find a way to creep in
Replenish the foul exhalations of the horde
Crammed to the rafters
Airless beings 
Dazed by the machinations...

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Good ‘n Wild with Bad ‘n Tame went awondering
On whimsical wings spinning together a tornado
Only exhaustion rested their reality of much ado
Don’t debated do, as wildly a passion conquered…

‘Never take on the wild for it...

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Ventilating Truth—Breathing…

If ever we needed to ventilate,
it is now…the thickening tragedy
of lies have become too heavy 
for the respiration of living truth…

Indeed…the dire situation
has reached lunging capacity
and the alveoli of reality
are sparking gut-wrenching
diarrheic retribution…

Breathe people…breathe…
check...

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Self-dissection
By Stina lu 

Stab yourself with a sharp dagger 
Fresh blood splashing
No one stops you
There’s no piercing scream
No one scolds you 
There's no worry about curses and reprisals

To air your pure heart in the sunlight
Wipe...

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Blue flowers on yellow dreams become green
Life moves on and on in the evergreen train
A single green leaf may pale and fall in dust
Green towers of bubbling life never succumb

In your deep and light green...

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Prickly cool fills my lungs,
     Like a bladder canteen on a Bedu dromedary,

Sloshing the alveoli that branch, internal ...
     Frozen filligree fanning my firkin chest.

I blink a...

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My lungs are black but my heart is pure
My hair is thin and falling out in the wrong places
At this point my days to live are measured with an hour glass 
The size of the...

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