Long Artesian Poems

      


      As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy 
metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, 
illness drools plus plus halcyon?
drawn too many wrinkles...

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Delta Dirt
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This is not a tale, my friends, this is as true as the truths,
Could I say, it's the pathos of, a pair of insane youths?

Aftab Poonewala, the boy; Shraddha Walkar, the girl,
Both 'lived-in' long relationships...

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Bloom or bouquet or bunch or bare brief buttonhole,
Fresh or full-blown or nosegay or fresh posy role;
Flowers blossom in saucy slimy silkiness,
Seek them to be the same, is senile silliness.

Red-necked Tanager cannot be Mandarin duck,
Let...

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DROUGHT

young lamb at watering hole,
partaking of bubbling brook
from down below of artesian bore,
like many lambs here and now,
all hesitant at first,
and only taking what is offered, 
in order to sustain their thirst
and to feed an...

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Beneath a tall magnolia I sat
And watched the slender birch trees oft caressed
By wind and sunny tenderness, and blessed
With quiet air above the grassy mat. 

Beyond the trees, a tall Artesian fount
Would pour its misty...

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For Valentina, she was just another person in a nameless town.
In ennui of the busy streets? of the city of San Francisco, in the midst of all the festivities,
She suddenly stopped, forgotten by the world...

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My love softly walks with my heart in hand
down a path that will lead 
to the center of my being.
In the windows that are my loves eyes
I can see the promise of all tomorrows.
With the...

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Alone upon the bench he perched, blue eyes locked in hollow stare,
Like almonds long since plunged to earth, with little flourish or fanfare.
A look of depth—an Artesian well, into which one could fall for days,
Storied...

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Look up in green eyed jealousy
as they sneer at the sniveling masses,
who occupies moral high ground
in the war of unequal classes?

When the Rothchilds become day laborers
and Rockefellers beggars and tramps,
may they learn the sting of...

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With you my sweetest darling, I reflect on our journey renderings 

You held me close while we waltzed on the forgotten moon 

Knowing I have held you in my arms kissed you ,hold rainbows wishes...

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Amaury Guichon never does anything common, small, ordinary or usual.
A creative artesian who thoroughly thinks designs through before he begins.
His craft is chocolatier, and his inventions are phenomenal. 
Whimsical, wonderful, wild masterpieces others do not...

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Dreams of the Shaman 
David J Walker

It was the Prairie version of Eden
In the evening light 
Awaiting the day exposing the
Cover of Buffalo Grass 

Its flag-like banners of male flower
Flying in the morning dew
Guarding the...

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the empty chambers 
of a heart buried deep, 
low beneath a vibrant earth, 
darkly fed by brackish storms 
washed into catchbasins 
wetly percolate through broken clay 
through caverns delved by mineral roots 
building languid waves...

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Most beautiful creature I had ever seen
More gorgeous than ebony pumas or wild wolves
I was fascinated, and intimidated;  she was the Sheila.

There was danger in knowing her.
She was the ultimate circus star; a performer.
An...

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An artesian spring
of sorrow,
gushes forth with tears.
Sands of time,
sears my hope.
The sun
falls heavy upon me,
as my parched lips
kisses love goodbye.
 
How can life be so cruel,
as to tease
with delicious smiles,
and twinkling blues,
then place a distance
between...

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Older lady with face of a ninety-year old
Wore a bejeweled spider on her lapel
It was striking, many commented
Others seemed to not notice

How you could not notice, I do not know
She was a tiny woman, weighing...

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Bore drain tucker   (stock water channel, cross country from an Artesian bore)

Waiting for a feed on the old bore drain,   
Maybe, might not ever rain?
Have me 4 gallon tin full of...

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Desert drought left this sinner dry.
The cloudless sky would not say why.
Frugal cactus shared water free.
God has been merciful to me.

I will not mourn the lack of rain
Joy in God’s sky is my refrain.
By me...

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The Artesian Pond

A cold pond in the middle of the forest
Fed by artesian springs the water is clear as glass
Barely above freezing life abounds within its shores
Fish and exotic grasses move in a choreographed ballet
While...

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