Long Billow Poems

"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is...

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"You really wanna know? Cause I'll tell ya if you really wanna know. You'll be thinkin' I'm crazy before I'm done, but I'll tell ya... ifn' you really wanna know."

The day started like any other,...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete...

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Upon approaching advent of an early spring 2024
(alternately titled  GENESIS RESPLENDENT)

No matter the calendrical/official onset of vernal equinox takes places Tuesday, Mar 19, 2024 and transpires until Thursday, Jun 20, 2024, an intimation sensed...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes billow like waves flooding naves through the night,
when the lightning...

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spend your day expressed by grace ordered from a Payton place
cheer each moment from the edge of the setting sun a very well done
climb each pillar of thought and deed to reach forth every bit...

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This is the 1st half of a 2-part piece a tad too long for a single posting - a tale likely very close to factual - 


An ivory-tinted fluffy billow drifted through the sunrise -...

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“Let my heart be still a moment and let this mystery explore”  
                     ...

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My hair has always 
had a mind of its own
Stays doing whatever
it wants whenever 
it pleases
Just never bothers to do 
any of it, at my convenience
Will take its sweet time 
to grow 
When I'm most...

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"Voluptuous Bullets"



In the game of Love and War
voluptuous bullets
penetrate a mouth of warm words

Lacking defence lines 
boundaries come undone 
in the valleys of a body let loose

Depth charged oceans seduce
and submerge the sensual mind
civility replaced...

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In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into the air like fat flies,
the watermelon's pink guts splattering.

Gun aimed...

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Stokey 2014

I am working the door

At an all night bar

Sometimes I think I have spent too much time alone.  These long nights remind me of flowers and effigies. I drink too much.  There’s...

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Genesis resplendent to me – a garden of Eden resident atheist

Avast abundance of life forms
doth snapchat and buzzfeed
a motley fool of indiscriminate creed
resembled yours truly freed
from those scrambling greed
dully sending hotmail google
eyed hungrily ogling indeed
six...

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Lust of the flesh is sin.
Sin is lust of the flesh.
Try repeating this one once.
What word was miss-pronounced?
Hearing is believing.
With fellowship and greeting.
Duffing our sacred billow caps.
To gifts of public speaking.
Thin ones borrow.
Plump ones lend.
Relieved,...

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""Shades of grey; pale... poetic-yes... 
winds-wandering-wanting always find-their way... .
 
 
Amenable-open, cotton-fields sway-in-heavenly; supplicating;
the provision-God--His grace-guiding love rejoicing... laughing... !
 
Enchanting clouds willing up-high billow seeing this--drifting... Up higher-and higher-ambling 
yes-ambling-along kissing the Sun...

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~ (~) Oh of You Lord royalty heavens light lies down beside you, peace, consumes... and still 
I do not know as of yet the truest brilliance, purest of reasoning yes perfect majesty, always 
looking...

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Autumnal hint faintly tinges air 
finding this mortal 
     bewitched by blare 
ring refulgent radiance, 

      which quiets viz cheer
ring, harkening murmuring analogous,
   ...

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O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them in my hand...so when you are blue...so blue
so deep dark blue...you can come to me 
I will open my hand and you can wonder...wonder...wide...

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When I use my pen more often as a dart
then a tool for writing poetry, I'm lost.

When my mind can't find words that rhyme
I grumble to myself about my unfaithful muse.
She leaves no clues when...

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She awakens in a cold room,
Letting her eyes adjust,
To the swaying bulb above her,
Shivering as she lifts herself upright,
Climbing to her feet,
Feeling her knees bow,
As she steadies them.

She slowly walks,
With her right hand against the...

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The rivers are racing with a glee of free morning stampede today
carrying the currency of silted centuries and the cool silk of the wind's summer saga,
within my heart I feel the rambunctious rush of wanderlust
this...

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That Blessed Door

O the rain...the rain...the falling rain 
that fell and fell and fell again 
keeping you from my door...O my door...that blessed door! 

O the sunset...the sunset...the carnelian sunsets
how I long to hold them...

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Truly ... . 


What-an-honor, this-sweet-grace ...
perfect a righteous gift-it-is.
 
The day waiting patiently-in the morning,
coffee-in-hand moccasin slippers-
waking-up-to-it-the-gentle-waterfall-awaiting-me ... 
cascading-into-a-shimmering-crystal-
still-fresh-rippling, gently-churning-pool-of-dreams,
the many-wonders-of an alliterate life.


Breathing ... breathtaking-to be sure-it-is-a-chore-itself ... 
 
it-takes-time.
 
 
Round and round-a throw-down-
in-and-out-tic-tock-goes the clock-
knock-it-down-drag-it out-
though-it-may-be-a-crucial, bloody,
treacherous seemingly listless brutal ... 
bruising, got beaten-up-again, lowdown hoedown-
gasping-for air-sometimes-
discouraging ... kind of-a-thing ... .


Sill-so-it-gets-up-early-raring-to-go, 
continues fighting ...
with mercy in hand-
forgiveness-taken-into-the-battle with-it,
it-can't be-lost.


Can't be lost.


Tender tales tall tell-timely
in-earnest the-fervency ... divinity-relevancy, 
 
reality of-the-story. 


Stars shine-cast-their-beauty-liberally ...
sheen's of glassy rays-of-overt light-
sparkle-freely-in-their delight-
under-the-moon-laughter ...
fills the-night ... .


Swallows in their benignity ...
wade about puff-up-full-and-billow ... 
shadow's in their whimsy way, 
cast their welcoming ... 
in-the-warming, 
as the weeping tree weeps. 


Cool-pools shallow of-crystal-rock-and-alabaster-sands 
promote their-gentle fondness upon the pond floor. 


Kindred the swallows in-their-promise, 
beauty-benignity ...
in-the-moonlight-they-are one with love, 


and running felicitous ... 

touched by the union 
follows closely the dove ... 
divinity has found a home.


Liberty residing-evolving-
evermore-abounding well-
beside desire, 

the heart-makes-haste. 


Peace stakes its claim in faith, 
in-the-Son's-glorious-arrival, abandon, 
absolution, return. 

 
Cast-about-in-the gesture, 
blowing-free-in the wind growing-
abundantly like the humming bird-
sipping on wild-honey-dripping-
fresh-in-the-rising Summer-Sun ... .
 
 
Splashing-onto dew-drops-
glistening as you-know-
they always do lying upon lilac-
flower petals, dandelions-
growing even-more-
elaborate-carried along-
with-the-blueberry-
cakes-popcorn-soda-
I've-just-consumed ... ....

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*Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday 
ended in January 2010.  Curators of...

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The desert edge lies on the fringe of three worlds
And under this one sun I sit alone with one crow for company
Behind my worn down shack of lack lustre dreams
Rises to the horizon a jungle...

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