Long Artiste Poems

Enola Gay

There on the ‘North Field’ tarmac of Tinian Island, Marianas;
Taxis the sleek designed ‘Boeing B-29 Superfortress’ to ready for take-off. 1
Glistening, polished aluminum under the blaring floodlights filmed for posterity,
Maneuvers' the ‘Enola Gay’, chosen...

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[First posted in 3 parts. Intended novel: time never allowed]

Prologue
This,  Sir, is the prologue from before our tale begins
About the day our father did succumb to mortal sins
And left behind a man who would...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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When does ambiguously free verse
also become emphatically political verbing verse?

I was emphatically reading pieces
ambiguously written 
about my sons,
to my oldest son's girlfriend.

The longer I read
the more she cried.

Now it had been my hope
and passion
to become...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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In the blinded moments,
Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf…
Blueness tempting awake my dreams,
A heartbeat from the flaming blaze,
Sunshine pouring through the clusters of 
Feathery clouds, like the breath of peace
Aroused from the falling...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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SPEECHLESS SPOKEN WORD ARTISTE

So if my vocal folds can’t collaborate to produce sounds to communicate loudly to your beautiful mind that I have an endless mission of loving you, can’t there be any mere articulation...

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(Note: Dedicated to the memory of Michael Jackson,
the legendary music artiste who impacted all who knew
his musical accomplishments, and who love his songs.)
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There once lived a man who made hip music:
MJ made dance grand with...

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The stage is set
The audience fixed their eyes
fitted to the scene, to feed

Sun lit the early morning clouds
And It disappeared, gold appears
Spraying warmth fragrance
On dews of still sleeping leaves
To paint them dry awakening the greens
Yet...

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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen"



"You’ve been spooning
too much Vanilla Icecream”, 
she advised the buffoon

all the feathery self-blustering chirpers 
parted way, she had loaded guns
she positively glided into the room

“Diamonds my old...

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Schism
 FAITH is a shield that covers a man from head to toe. True faith surpasses dead works. And now to this title poem. Ed. Note. There is GOD and his SON and his SPIRIT...

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THE COLOR OF THE WIND WHICH IS WEDDED TO WINTER’S MUSE AND 
                      ...

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See this girl in the painting, this skinny girl
working on a puzzle at the bottom of the stairs.
With big rimmed glasses and her plain brown hair,
she’s an ordinary girl, with nothing seeming special.

Now see this...

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Gentle light flows through the pines,
Inviting the oaks, the laurels, to sigh,
Echoing soft breath, smoke rising –
Mist in the sky, a moment of silence
Breaks the song, playing on the crisp morn’

This is summer’s sadness, when...

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THE COLOR OF THE WIND WHICH IS WEDDED TO WINTER’S MUSE AND 
                      ...

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THE COLOR OF THE WIND WHICH IS WEDDED TO WINTER’S MUSE AND 
                      ...

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People always assume that I am nothing new.
People always presume; let them presume.
People are always sure that there must be a cure to my broken heart,
If I only took a chance; 
But the truth is...

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I’m just bunny, 
with a hop so funny, 
who’s hungry and needing a carrot-
so I flop and plop down on my seat 
and bugging me is a purple ferret.
Wanting to know what I wish, 
he...

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On  a  lower  branch  of  a  crooked  mango  tree ,
Flapping  wings  and  shining  tail ,  in  charge
Perched  the  happy...

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Aching, like a wound
Slashed into the heart, too soon
No time for memories, heartbeats
Shared by two who love – without conditions
In love, there is not a whisper of doubt
There is freedom, wonder, possibilities
Dreams that almost shout...

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This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
Not in a whimper but a scream
As you see I am an Artiste and such, 
Not in paint but flesh and blood, bone

Hearing the voices...

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SHOCKING!!!!!!!! WHAT? THAT?


Bad taste?
They know not what is at stake
They do as they please
Then later beg for forgiveness
A right sin
And a dismal business

Nothing is shocking anymore
To thump each other
They go to the extremes of bad...

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My Narrative Reportage for 8/8/2018

Darkness engulf the room, in my dream,
The summer knaves logo theme, heats the city
like rows of open pizza ovens:
and Just in time for the after crop over party:

While the rain drops...

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Artiste, she paints in breathless strokes,
Dedicated to the art, the flow,
Colors alive, blushing in bold and bashful caresses,
Lifting the heart, soothing as laughter.

Artiste, she splatters the canvas with hope,
Grace captured on the bare canvas,
Home to...

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