Long Blanketing Poems

I hanker and pine for wood burning stove weather

I haint no spring chicken,
("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!")
but in Summer re: 
long in tooth sexagenarian 
nostalgic for the following imagery 
evoked yesterday with very little effort
(aside...

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:) now this is what Im talking bout .... nothin iz 2 uncommon when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm...

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He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be...

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The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry

Fear, you are weightier than gravity
in pulling the stomach to the ground.

Rotors slowed and sound waned 
as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete
in a road ripping, heart stopping flame.
A distant...

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Written: January 26, 2023
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Let it snow with pearlescent snowflakes
each flimsy frost fetches a feat of art

...

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The Dream

On it’s  final journey – destination – a coma –
realization, a stagnant pool of reflections,
images on fun house mirrors –
surrealistic paintings
upon the walls of times passing,
it’s life diminishing, slowly, upon wings
of a sorrowful,...

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Blanketing the earth in a frosty glistening
Beckoning to the heart – wonders so breathtaking,
Lifting the spirits with flakes like glitter, lustrous
Silence, gentling the thoughts and the scene,
Where feelings flood the night with soft and tender
Lights,...

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Of White and Gold
                               ...

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A is for angst, the lacerating emotion you spark inside my guts when I think of you…
B is for Bingo…boy did I win at that game…
C is for cherish, those precious moments you and I...

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Hydration day’s a month away.
Online belonging company’s an hour from 
startup stardom. Titration hors-d'oeuvre 
Viewfinder pigeonholed 
to rooftop tourist 
traps ruin’d carriage holy woods 
Hollywood's margins, Carousel 13. 
Things You’ll Bury: 
molasses sourdough flowers crypto-
currency...

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A languorous morning 

Nestled in between warm duvets, a goose feathered pillow or two…a luxury 
A striped kitten, a beautiful shade of grey, on a windowsill grey too; purring, gentle breaths, authenticity so appealing
A glass...

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Whilst I sit back please do not take me
as a fool

As I see through you clear as day

Like I know this about you for sure

Though you pretend not to care and
protest to much

I sure as...

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We never enter the basement.
It is a place of horrors, fears, and sorrows.
Our basement is a black door surrounded by the fogs of mystery, chilled with neglect.
I've seen it once, this basement of ours.
I felt...

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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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Through layers of snow, 
	White blankets, the world
Peaceful and quiet, still as grief – abiding
I stay hidden, secreted in the darkness,
Buried beneath the dust, the mud, the earth
Where life awaits the springlike touch
From sunshine’s blessing,...

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I am scrolling down hill,

folding the pills,

elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze,

I am a song to be played-

earlier than you might say
in the day,

when hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed,

but you are a spade,

to...

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 as the fresh morning utilized the Moons net
one last time before she turned in
while her other face puts on make-up
eagerly she waits to kiss...

Sunsprinkled showers of light
that frolic across the
ESH
R O
H L
T D

greeting me...

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It took place shortly after   and the stage was set
before words      before ink      before heavenly breath
There was a rain on the parade
of eternal...

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Approaching winter...

OK, maybe encroaching mid-winter
of life's seasonal span
with resonantly compelling grace,
perhaps even transparent vulnerability,
feels controversial, 
too laissez-faire

Too much courage
in declaring preliminary success
with too little curiosity
about what happens next
on planet Earth

Continuing to revolve all four seasons
dynamics
holistic...

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Peace in life



Blanketing life with mixing others
Search of freedom and joy of peace
Feels me a golden jail, 
Rather, taking fresh breath 
In the morning mild race would be fine 
In grass crushing by feet 

Maximum...

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beneath the gnarled b r a n c h e s,
             a photo rests within my clutch.
      ...

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Our sun is weak
In efforts to fill up our sky today
It’s bleak, a softness of gray marches in
Blanketing our forecast
Mild autumn, cool breeze	
Peaceful, rolling low
Dead leaves sweeping around
New pavement cracking ground
An acoustic dance they tap
Out...

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Sometimes my soul 
resembles distant horizons, 
like burning stars 
abandoned between
  dusk and dawn.

When the 
     sky hangs 
as heavy as 
    my hazy heart, 
I search...

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Hiding in my solitary cave,
I can’t undo my past mistakes 
I regret it oh so much, but I’ll be brave
And face the penalties for my sins
And my spirit breaks

Abiding in the foggy night,
I can’t see...

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Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green...

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