Long Berried Poems

emotions I feel when I
think about my baby girl
not seeing her on a regular
 bases eats me up everyday
my heart feels like its torn
to pieces,
 the emotions I have is
passion and love berried with
emotions of...

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I've started my stand-by diet: a few different fruits each day,
and having repeated it time and again, I feel qualified to say
apples, unless of a rare and crisp nature, are mushy and generally gross.
Halfway into...

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As a burgundy mane of curls envelops her fair complexion, 
Arturo whisks her up in his arms seductively...playfully 
He is not just a beast but a sensitive lover to her 
complex and intimate needs..she longs...

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But Never Forget

Stoned out his lonely mind and drunk on booze and oblivion he headed straight 
into memorial abandon doomed and entombed smashed forgotten and lost forever

He once was Jack but his friends called him...

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sigh …

a lifetime ago
I breathed here, vital -
dangled my topsiders over these
pier stones and pilings
tempting the dark leviathans
that swam beneath the bloated
August moon, reflected …
kissing menthols like careless lovers
concerned only with the moment (hoping)
and a...

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i have just seen your face , oh god what is happening to me what has begone . there are
colors flying every where it's really scarring me really bad, i want to see your face
again,...

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She’s a little girl abused in so many ways.
She knows for everything theirs a price she pays.
She doesn’t go where other children play.
So much lost.
So much at cost.
She’s berried with in her pleas.
Clothing tore to...

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The jaded moss morning slips in
  as kiwi colored dew settles down upon pear sage grass.
Dampened fern pine evergreen leaves
  are held stationary by some unseen glue.
Soft blows the wind, gray boned white...

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Embracing this low and calm fumes
Adopting these reserved maneuvering skills
Rehearsing my lines daily…hoping to perfection
I wish to be the extra prototype when the curtain rises up
I will majestically bow to the jury…doubting their frown
Here with...

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Stand tall even when the stars fall 

In every dream there is a lock the key berried
in reality keep digging keep digging don't '
stop  keep climbing keep climbing to the top
and hope you never...

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My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
My artistic talent are received from One source of pure light.
Passing through me like a glass prism, expressing them in diversity...

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She was far removed from everything
Gazing at the branches heavily laden with red;
An old wife once said it was a sign of bad winter. 

But it couldn’t be so bad, she thought, 
Not with these...

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Brown Caterpillar

Seated on a wooden bench
Enjoying the view overlooking Cherry Lane
I look down and notice
The undulating crawl
Of a brown caterpillar
Inching its way towards my feet

It disappears underneath my bench

I look up in time
To catch sight...

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Merquiene a nutty layered
Chocolate filled layered
Cake
With whipped cream and
dried fruits.
Soaked in orange liquer.
With a thin blueberry tart
or thin blueberry pie.
The Trophy of the Gods
A Night of Championship
Encounters.
Wines and desserts.
After a day of hickory
and mesquites.
Might the...

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She wants to hide
But the memories are burning inside.
She try’s to wash away
The smell that won’t go away.
Everyone’s going to know
And it’s beyond her control.
She runs from shame
Things will never be the same.
Ask her how...

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In a flurry of stars
the exalted moon arises
admirers sigh,
and lie back in the pines.

  our minds at ease,
a cosmic breeze,
scatters stardust
past our dreamy eyes..........

I know I must have voted for the sun,
some long gone...

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Sometimes late at night when the memory feels just right 
I slip away to the window where the moon in her afterglow 
patches the holes of my heart and shoals me to the light 

While...

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"Moments devour us
ever since we have been speaking
a language we don't understand...

we, like stale wine,
evaporate into parallel lives
crushing dialogues into pieces
of shards that taint life’s season,
red-berried and tone-deaf.

In splinters of broken syllables,
my flesh walks on...

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I know I‘m not perfect.
You seem to think I don’t have struggles.
Have you tried looking past, my little fake smiles?
Why have you not asked, do you want  to stay awhile.
Never once did you stop...

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My puns are not too punny.
They are puny -
so itty-bitty that they have no bite-y.
Like tiny turtles with no turtle necks
or like selfish shellfish
offering no worthy catch,
what good are they when they’re so poor?
My puns...

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In the blue berried heavenly skied peaked nights
The stars lay amongst vertical rest.
In the giant maze of the atmosphere of god.
One of a million, I rest on a blessed pictorial flamed
verture of Jesus's life,
His death...

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Banana slugs shine black
In the half dead sun
A day off from fishing
Time spins on its
perpetual right turn

To gaze at the milky horizon
with its moutainous tits
I drink it in like a hungry cub
A flight of seagulls...

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