Long Arbor Poems

Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is -- is over, in the stormy, swarming...

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Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped...

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gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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At First Dawn, 
The curtains part.
The sun gently peaks over a distant horizon as its rays lightly stretch over the sky.
What was once the darkest blue speckled with small jewels is now an abstract mural...

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Oh The Potter's-Rage, two-tone frogs frilly, innocent just-Like; them two-
Faced little-Chuckling Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-out" they're some-what 
Arbor though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-
whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out 
along-a-part them;...

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"Oh The Potter's-Rage" two-tone Frogs--frilly, innocent just Like-them two
Faced; Chuckling little-Babies, chirping-Sparrows. "Finding-they'resome what--Arbor; though I can-see-now they still-can sing Just a bit-yes quite-a-good ways-a-whale about-yeah bellowing up-far-a-ways-out-there-stoked-up-just under-right out along-a-part them; like them there...

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I don’t have asbestos fingers and my blisters come from the garden
Toiling the soil and growing fine ingredients for such gourmet cuisine
Like ‘throw it all in the one pan dishes’ and crystal ball cooking galore
Never...

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Please try and read with the rhythm, flow and spacing I created by use of the lower casing in place of full-stops and commas/breaths. Allow the words to dance...

Snakes and Ladders


I'm not perfect
Never can Be
in...

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Far from the twisted Church and state                            ...

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I stand inside a ballroom that stretches long before me,
it is a sitting room right now, formal chairs and setees,
tall windows stretch ceiling to floor, twice as tall as a man,
with velvet drapes sent from...

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Positions: Part Two
Arabic Poem by: Bushra Al-Bustani
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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         (4)
The Position of Love
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Your love is the twin of clear water
It sprays aromatic mist...

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Eulogy

Sing eulogy, O wind, 
Crying out the sorrow,
Howling deep within your zephyr,
For branches where you once entwined
Your restless fingers
Into a joyful melody of rustling boughs
In lyric song;
Hear now, as you pass, only memories
Floating on the...

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Deal With Appeal

Wrote this while watching the news.

Already did have much appeal
Trying to come up with a deal;
After all bugs were worked out,
And beyond shadow of a doubt,
Are able to complete and seal.

Del is one...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with tracks
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with foxtails
and youthful...

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Imagine if seeds of trees hatched to Tree-lings.
Seedlings with two trunk legs and root feet
Bodies like humans covered in bark
Arm branches with finger shoots and leaves
Head with eyes, nose, ears and mouth
Like those cut into...

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All the elegant ivy
an inch off the brick wall
is scattered so purposefully

and behind the gate a bird hops
like some kind of humiliated
game show contestant.

This is a view, one view,
through the redbrick arbor
where the corbeled arch...

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Like block shaped wheels our lives stumble at the chapters we write
Corners seem dark and teeming with doubt,
alleyways call in echoes of our name,
as if tempting us to crawl when we cannot walk

“Fear begins the...

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colored craving things arrive
reaching tender to assault 
eyes unused in wintered 
hollow months
grey and white and plain
becoming sudden kaleidoscopes 
bleeding into landscapes, 

drowning pain
with cacophonies of endless greetings, 
as nature emerges 
with energies and hunger.
awakening...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my...

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Mistaken steps of lost array 

Of broken branch and multi-colored stone façade
the pathway steals my outward glance
Winding through the cottage hills
like kite string freed by a strong wind, it spills
Patterns shadow in abstract array
through barbed...

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Abigail’s Spring - Favorite 

Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at...

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When I was a child, I was a princess
Who lived in a beautiful castle,
Surrounded by woods and fields
This not true, of course, but that is
How I chose to remember it, to celebrate it,
That is how...

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