Long Bare bones Poems

“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to...

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When we fight in silence, like titans abound by egos
An eager poet overcome by words.
A beautiful model delicate as raindrops
When the silence in the room is as thick as our nostalgia
Wanting to hold each other but...

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Please do not weep for me!

(alternately titled: dost newt expend
precious tears toward pitiful poet!)

Intense passion to read
doth foster divine enlightenment...

Also simultaneously, albeit instantaneously
triggering brutal mind-numbing self awareness
starkly underscoring how existence (mine)
devoid scant trace
positive life enhancing...

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Chapter 199
When I held the mirror up to my face
I saw beauty.
Not the kind that could start wars,
But the kind that could end them.
"I'm beautiful," I repeat until the words don't sound foreign to me.
A...

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I’m with you,
I’m without when not.

That’s how much you’ve become.
Plastered fabric enmeshed into me.
Like drywall, yet to crack, but firm and white.

Bare bones make us who we are.
I can feel yours now, I think.

The way...

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                  Candied isle presents herself immodestly,
   exposing a proud seduction of 
    ...

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I always arise
     at break of dawn,
when curtained solar
     radiance openly drawn
upon a vast
     wasteland, though thankfully
     most (boot...

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The “Red Turtle’s” Gift

God's Muse both saves and offers Grace to sailors lost at sea! 
His ‘Reasoned Love' has Seasons with "Red Turtle's" buoyancy
that floats or steers most storm-chased hearts to more substantial shore
provisioned for...

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Bony bona fide bones bare bones                             ...

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"Transport Terminals" 

When ghosts find ghosts
they walk through the 
core of each other 
expecting knowledge 
of the other’s being
it’s surprising mirrors
are considered 
transport terminals
eerily reflective
otherworldly portals
between there 
and here
past, present, future
managing the transfer
easily

but it's never...

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Though predictability prevails
     pertaining to my life,
     nonetheless a pronounceable zeal
bestirred from writing,
     and reading (no surprise),
     which literary...

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y'all know me-     I'm in the poem biz     
and it is a no brainer     when I need a fix(I come to the main...

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The shaded lane leads to the estuary
and mud banks sculpted by the constant sea,
expose their drying backs beneath the sun
before once more in ebb and flow are gone.
 
Over a sty a path leads from...

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Deer Ruby,

Daddy doubtful hardly Dorothy know you ...
it’s the bare bones, Toto truth

Variety gossip on the street
by parrot beaks chirping canary peeps

Said your mother had a one-night-stand revue;
a private audience of one, burlesque interview

Receptionist Rita...

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To some it is overrated
To others it is never done

A lie is but the underside of truth
To spin a web of deceit is only
The stretching of the facts for greater appeal

Lies will be facts if...

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Dappled shadows sway and dance upon her face; 
The fag ends of stars smoulder miles above, 
Casting a brittle radiance across her pallid skin...
She lies on her balcony, naked and chilled, 
Pondering the heavens and...

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Hope you care I remember you, heart of my heart,
(You aspiring young artists and poets at large),
Days I've left growing short, fewer balls in the air,
And my juggling skills never better than fair.

Carry me in...

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Becoming A Tree
By Chris Casello

You’re taken for granted. Appreciated by few.
They can handle your shade and will lean on you too.
How many of them actually truly understand
how hard it has been for you to connect...

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AT THE FINAL GOODBYE

The congregation
mingled within the silent
stone slabs of their
ancestors, a final goodbye
to yet another
destined to leave this place.
Yet to one, in this his
profound sorrow an
enchanting moment.
He craved!  With a soul
sensitive and true...

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Skeletons emerge from the cave of darkness 
appearing as gross distortions of once living beings.
And yet each is the pattern, the structure of every living form.

Does their appearance today mean I’ve stripped myself to the...

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You say you love me but you’re not
You say you’re going to fight and give it all you got
You say you find it hard to breathe
You say you’re mad at me but I’m the one...

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(Pema, 2018)

OCD

Working on compiling and editing my latest project
even my dreams become an obsessive loop
of cutting and pasting words and images
mostly just the same few over and over
placeholder symbols for other symbols
that must have some...

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Iron laws that rust corroded souls
Hold up society in liberalism water
Wash cultures down to their bare bones
Welcome to the new improved

History has no time to lose
Rules have no place in truth
Life is too precious for...

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You came into my life with force of a raging river
My heart could not hide from the truths you forced it to see
You battered through every secret door,
And uncovered every buried treasure
Stripping me of all...

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The pen is but a dormant tool, and yet, when brought to life,
it channels a creative force, transforming thought to word.
When animated by a muse, unlike a surgeon's knife,
it harvests what lies fallow, and sets...

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