Long Aphasia Poems

The sun rises on silky dunes that look like breasts. 
You are lost in the desert,
The air is dry and sandy residue explores your crevices.
Peripatetic genetrix,
Protector of sublime gifts passed on,
Heart of a warrior,
A duty...

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Lamenting for the loss of words                             ...

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The Accidental Poet


I have come to terms with language,
dyslexia jailed then freed me
a...

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Letters, words, and phrases
Once piled, filed in my brain

Dumped went all the drawers
     Words went all askew
          Files, unsorted, scattered
  ...

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A gold rush began ... the search for words
   Twist - curl, tie a knot on the tongue :

- "Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry"

- "Seth at Sainsbury’s sells thick socks"

-...

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Memories of future events

	Recollections of measures ahead

		Reminiscence in fast forward

			Aspirations leaping back

        Projections of past reckoning

	        Icebergs frozen in conscience

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Thrice divided am I in why. Fighting my flight response with determination to make 
might right. No slight of hand or devilish spite. Plain and right, the soul's trident. Lack of 
action spites my plight....

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I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion.
  Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of...

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…obliterated night of the seven seasons
tickets and thickets and trains collide
into the cliché of licking tongues 
wed to the bred moan of capitalism

(grinning gothic gremlin) smile of a nurse
before the coma saturates the elliptical
thought of...

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I cannot show it. I have promised.
Building up in the shores of my thoughts and soul,
An overflowing ocean of emotions I'll risk,
To drown in my own sorrows and tears, in folds.

Tirelessly I longed but only...

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Let me start without an apology
Because you, honey, need not be in apiculture
Every second you bee apiece apiary
As I fall for your rich honey droop apace

Take me to space if you must but never cause...

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Hint: This is not a poem.

If one can put words in feelings then
things will go easy for me.
And if feelings will have words with them
then things will never be.

…

Let’s start with the blue bird -
a...

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If there's kingdom of bad moments,
Its oubliette's sticking;
Where none owns any place, but-
Places own the being.

Cramping inside bad, ugly cells-
In graveyards locking in,
Inside cars or spooky cellars-
All are dwarfed to spelling.

Oh, once I heard a...

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Tear drops roll down my cheeks.
Blessed with mirror-touch synaesthesia!
Claircognizant empaths - inflame my aphasia.
I know, I know - the die is cast!
Eh! Still words - pierce through my silent heart.


Leave me – leave me!
I need...

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I fall into unknown reasons
I lay wanting,needing
Convolution,soul sucked dry
Aphasia,alone within
A battered shell,augmental decay
Life slowly passes away
Debilitated to my dismay
An accidental tragedy has
lost the lives of many
Contumaciosly
The musk from last nights indulgence
still lingers and it accuses...

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“Chirpy-chirpy-chirp-chirp-chirp,”
catches my ear, wakes me up.

Yes, I’ve been
awake,

but not like this
for many days.

“Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp…”
this conversation

goes on. Makes me smile.
Best part of my day?

My best self,
   my innermost
has been tapped

…sappy
…happy
…maybe

today will be a hoot
I hope...

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The End of Herstories

It used to be called senility
now Alzheimer’s, or dementia
but in Agatha’s case I’d choose
primary progressive aphasia
in which her language capabilities
slowly and progressively became
impaired as the author of more
than eighty novels lost the...

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