Long Apertures Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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Unquotable quotes: Fat People – XXIX

(I know this piece sounds mean and cruel but as every single parent must have experienced, this is also the expression of utter exasperation, and perhaps there’s also the slightest...

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My eyes couldn’t help 
But wander 
And smile at every passing inch 

Aimlessly following the walls 
And your voice 
Throughout the house you lay your head at night 

It was cozy 
Decorated delicately 
In memories...

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Being Your Eyes for Swell 2007
Swell: Currumbin Sculpture Festival
 
For Fred
Picture us arm in arm, strolling,
the crunch of sand underfoot,
the scent of sea air, the touch of sea wind
on our skin, again on the beach...

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Alpha

To live beyond death
we must know life beyond honor and disgrace.

Not "must" in the injunctive sense of "thou shalt"
but Earth's more dusty must 
of ecological integrity.

Midway

Those who know do not speak
beyond active listening communion.
Those who...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES : LV - Mind unwinding tweezers

If you let « bygones be bygones » , there’ll be no FUTURE left, and since we can’t always live in the EVER PRESENT (yet that’s what we...

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I dance with the dreams of FatherSun;
I dream to the dance of EarthMothers.

Spiritual practice shapes natural rites and flow of day,
Creative listening intent shapes liturgical flow and function of night,
invested with Elders emerging 
from DNA's...

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Written: January 30, 2024
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Amidst the darkness,
a tunic of silence looms high
mentioned in a muttered manner
spying via disguised...

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The Magical Epiphany of an Old Rusted Can

whilst out hiking one day in a countryside area
that was quite desolate and remote from any nearby
city, I discovered, amazingly, an Old Rusted Can
that was at least two-liter-sized...

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Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days
    Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays
 Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events
   Ironically happens now, as my death’s dispensed...

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how …

how many odes have been composed
for the sake of the human eye?
since humans first etched papyrus
or chiseled stone
or painted cavern facades by firelight
the magnificence of the visual organ
has been given its due reward
for what...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 1

How can I pretend when 
flutters across my chest only 
prickle as your thought 
arrives with doubt or hope 
What is hope anyway ?
A flimsy wish built upon 
a...

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" Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering?" - Constance La France.

         dilapidated and weather-beaten,
     ...

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The vacuum of space is quite real: it's not nothing!
And Science found proof that there's no ether either
(still air that 'life' moves through at walk and won't notice.)
For Physics, a problem was born that was...

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Where is this peaceful utopia of infinite wonder
 I've heard much about? I've followed the call of echoes,
and I've searched far and long into the wilderness
I've looked through the haze of morning mist
and peeked through...

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whn my eys got stuck on u for frst tym...
d whole world has become so full of lyf n i 
ws fine...
dn u hv ur eys on me n it makes dt more 
real...
n i...

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the poet is the ship's Captain
the story is about the sea sailed upon
a tale beneath in the cargo hold
at times the most tranquil of waters
filled with benign waves
become walks along Elysian paths
or a tempest, red...

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A random road wanders across the desert
as voluminous clouds chase the rising sun 
nary a sound can be heard, save for the
whipping wind and clicks of insects. 

The yawning horizon stretches out
reaching towards a vast,...

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Love is non-mechanical
it doesn’t crank, pinion
or always work dependably.

In cavalier moments, I thought I knew
something of how it all works—
it’s apertures and shafts—
its grinds and reciprocations.

I’d judge it’s motions
work its levers, judge its spins,
and address...

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The Marshutka travels down
the jarring road, and
just as in
life, we are unsure
of the hurdles we will
encounter
along
our
winding
journey.

The torn and
chalky seat carries each
of you,
And you are with me,
Just as was
intended, by a divine intervention,
for our blessed
meeting.

Your kindness...

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Who can know the mysterious 
ways of the clouds? 
They travel in white whipped masses
and gather like solemn pinnacles 
looking upwards in reverent penitence. 

Silent clouds slowly form and move about
like floating fields in a...

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Whispers are battling with my soul’s delight, 
Shining on half of my senses in time. 
Mute the translation in its rhythm away from the drum beat in my mind.
What the micro vibratos may mean to...

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the bottom lines scripted peripheries in a mirror

          a headline toppled and reversed time and place

left became right and wrong pretended its centre

   ...

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The craft came in a blaze of light,
people all knelt in awe,
slaves and Pharaoh gazed at the sight
no-one had seen before.
Two beings appeared, surveyed the scene
and down the ramp they trod,
not knowing that before them,...

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 You can travel the four thousand miles of the Nile
to its source and never find it.
You can climb the five highest peaks of the Himalayas
and never recognize it.
You can gaze through the largest telescope
and...

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