Long Bazaars Poems

I was a renowned, NASA scientist, with my face always turned to blue stars,
As eyes are ever drawn to a flaming sunset, as to colorful, outdoor bazaars.

And stargazing brought big excitement, and chills during many...

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Journey starts
Kunming portraits;
Highway song


Here old and new
Merge yet apart;
Vignettes juxtapose


China welcomes
Both ancient and modern;
Sign of the times


Tour group confronts
Unfamiliar grounds;
Rough edges grind


Quaint ways of old
Ancient tales displaced;
Modern day norms intervene


Spectacular vistas
Natural wonders;
Man seems insignificant


Flood tide...

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Wisdom and understanding do raise their voice
On the stands beside the paths they yell that you make a choice; 
At the gates of bazaars both do cry hoarse and loud, 
And wonder how orderly the...

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12 BARS

Twelve  brazen bars, one frozen lock!
Confined, sublime, an ancient Roc
endures inside a barren cage,
her catacomb in sundown sage.

Of former days there is no trace
except displays of fallen grace –
Twelve dreams, abiding in her...

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Preface:  Written for my parents on their 50th wedding anniversary

Where the Smoke Goes 

I went to the place where the smoke goes, from all our blown out candles.
I found pounds of Cape Cod beach...

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To live a talented retiremant,
i dreamed of a normal retirement,
Meeting classmates again coincidently
Getting together for a cup of tea or coffee,,
To be with the church,
When I retired that all began,
A storytale retirement,
I did participate and...

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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.

Its barren streets, although effete, resound of yesterday
with chit-chat words...

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I Have Seen The Stars Fallen

  The pageants veiled, and gnawed at gladness,
  As prism from far inter-stellar space;
  And they eclipse and the luminosity fa’e over the
  phase,
  And...

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Bravely young lieutenant standing in the battle field hurtlessly.
He captured their enemies very lightly.
His stylist, romantic war, the shield dazzled to see.
He is fond of war and kissing delightly !!

His shiny hair leap and mould...

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Westernmost in its regional placement and traditional identity,
rare but indigenous is its Arabian flavour,
and a significant bridge of peace 
between its brothers and their common enemy.
Displays an open tradition, appreciative of diabolism
as witches are integral...

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Zeros to tens cruisin', hustlin' and bustlin' on Ocean Drive,
Mustangs, Ferraris and Lamborghinis slowly cruise by,
humidity glistens the skin of the scantily clad,
with hedonistic intentions good and bad,

rooftop bars, rope lines and tight one way...

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My senior retirement was the completion of a phase in my life,
I discovered my love for writing.

My poems would appear in anthologies,
There for someone else's pleasure.

I would achieve heights difficult to comprehend,
Reaching the William Shakespeare...

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THE  SIX DAYS  WAR
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The sweet smell of orange blossom
wafted along the sandy paths
hovered over the concrete sidewalks
and entered the open windows
shaded with green blinds

Pure sunlight seemed to engulf...

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SHIFTING SANDS

On this land of burning sands, and hot hazy skies
Merchants bringing their treasures and best wines
Arabs traveling the flats as with their salt supplies
As caravans; of camels lead, by their puller in lines

Merchants bringing...

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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.

Coiled candle...

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Fancy a trip down memory lane somewhere
Through the corridors of time and space that steer
Fond passageways to remember our affair...

Here we go now, you and I, my lover dear:
Waltz hand in hand under the evening...

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Lily bloom
   opening wide eyed and colorful collide
        in the sun of mid afternoon.
Bouquet blends abound 
   and hues relayed in the colors found;
...

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In the hills of seven huts,
Where war is either a place or surname,
And dreams are translated into numbers,
And a number became a gambler's sad song,
I found God breathing through the pine trees.

Orchards in the hills...

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Only Eileen 
Dares to tell me 
How much I weight 
... My self-worth 
In pounds, 
And In pennies; 
In the black market, 
In EBay, 
Wall Street, 
Antic shops, 
And in cheap and cheek, 
Bazaars. 

Only...

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Singapore tryst
Old times bordering;
Restored trade regime


Old Chinatown alleys
Winding streets await;
Takeaway souvenirs


Buzzing bazaars
Colourful wares shout;
Attractions ply


Smith Street
Chinatown circuit;
Oriental stuff


Strange name
Telok Ayer Street?
Meaningful glimpses


This Chinese temple
Tourists assemble;
Photo snapshots


Old men playing
Chinese chess;
Stone table forum


Street vendors
Crafts and wares;
Brisk commotion


Somnolent...

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Are your eyes the green of a shamrock's leaf,
or your nose the tide that comes and runs? 
Is your skin the plains of pearls and perplexities,
your hair the curtain to a rainforest peace?

Could be your...

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A Cup Of Tea

A cup of tea is a gift unique
In every cup it stands supreme
In restaurants, hotels, bazaars and homes
It’s a great dose for relaxing bones
Historical demand from ancient times
Light and strong always served...

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The wind is too frail to carry across oceans 
the echoes of distant bells, 

too wayward to traverse the wild plains 
to deliver wolves’ howls 
and the hoots of owls, 

too headstrong not to tussle...

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Into my head stink in mythic one hissing
of running are ratters, as I hated by  
up nearly level of piled woodsheds rottenly sites
at weediest the backyard’s place,
of my neighbor’s unit close edged up wards
side...

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It’s a day off today; what are we supposed to do?
Stand watching the rain pouring down,
forming rivers?
Gutters overflow beside the ragged kerb stones;
shops folornly stand there waiting in futility,
as welcoming as hoodlum grins.
Coughs and sneezes,...

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