Long Bleaches Poems

The bases needed sweeping 
As the end was drawing near
Buns and weenies waving
As Fans swilled down their beer

The crowd jumped to their feet
As Macy went to bat 
And while walking to the plate
To everyone he...

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where rainbows breathe
(for the late Dorothy Collins, 1961-2015)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“I’m
just chasing rainbows…
“And I ain’t seen a star that’s had your smile…
“I’m just chasing rainbows… 
“Like a butterfly
I’m 
zooming through the sky…”
   Chasin Rainbows,...

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You want to know its merits? 
Very well, then. Daylight slants 
deliciously across the boy's 
inclined, thoughtful face. 
His lace collar, crumpled, 
houses valleys of shadow. 
Or what about the Water Seller? 
Look at that...

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Every day I have lied in my palms,
Coiling myself in a numerical four,
Singing tunes and love psalms,
As if am already in heavenly realms,
Waiting to be filled with your love from above.

The beautiful clouds moves across...

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Falling off you aint easy, you’re stuck here on my mind
Thinking passed the crazy is so damn hard to find
I make it in the sunburn - it bleaches you from my head
Then night hits like...

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My mother (a bleacher of bloodstained sheets)
bleaches my dreams the color of bones,
and feeds me on snakes and dirty slate stones.
She winces each time I walk through the door,
a mere apparition (though we’ve done this...

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She crawls out of her skin, folding it on bath water
                        ...

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Floating in the dark, 
a mile from what is real, 
loving in the field,
we get the fad out of fate,
fade out of the fate. 

Three naked women 
break our faith,
kill the monkey low 
when it's...

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I am faceless

Tattered by actuality

Heart thrumming in my ears

Blind to prospects

Voiceless ... soundless


Yet I scream, mute

Face to the sky, I wail like a fiend

Hailing the heavens like a forsaken angel

Above, the sucking expanse

A mocking roar...

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the relentless unbroken light 
breathes in the fathom night
walking darkness one last time
tousled red silk strands ignite 
dying strings for bleaches smite

ruthless emerges the sun
hits behind a mask of dust 
window shades and layered rust...

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Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…

Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers of graces
vying with the sea-swept sands: gloss embossed fades…
Ocean’s dead!...

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Cherry blossom petals
Float on down 
to the path of tar beneath my feet
At the pace of sleet
A small river made of marshmallows
Build as I walk with a pace 
so slow that I appear
To walk in...

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A chameleon basks among the leaves...color me green
he slithers accross a  leafless branch ..color me tan
he trips and falls onto the grass ...color me green again.
My mind takes off on a flight of fantasy
color...

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Satin Flowers

The desert is a harsh place. 
Sometimes life can not keep up the pace. 
Others… taunt the heat, wild things between the rocks.
They bring colors, that have no rival anywhere.

Red flame, blue sky, orange-gold…
These...

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My thoughts
The bridges in my brain
My memory
My courage
The baggage of a name
Letters scripts projecting all the same
Contacting the central station of my brain
My brain 
It holds and release 
Messages increases
Para-thesis
Sneezes
Cripple loads paraplegic
Pieces 
Brought together whether...

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There is more love in a hyena’s asshole
Then there is in an old whores face.
Only her cheap perfume is enough
To distract the eyes away
By filling the nostrils
Of a thousand lousy men.
Each one 
Allowing her to...

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At the first inkling of the morning's light
I'm crisp with the air and the salt's delight.
I sneak past the shore where my footprints dissolve
to the cave where my waking thoughts revolve.

The walls echo robin's egg...

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Violent, overpowering white 
bleaches all thoughts,
Brilliant red reopens never healed 
wounds.
Pink falls into white porcelain skins 
as clear tears fall from brown eyes.

Black trails down her face as she 
stares
At the pale ghost in front...

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Life is not a race and depression is real

	Got the shirt done and dusted every now 

		... and then in the here and now the angels sing

Not a wet T-shirt competition ‘though the

	living dwell and...

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Poetry comes from the body, all of it, transmitted with marks on stone, scratches on paper, is kept alive to transcend time and space, reflects the rhythms of flesh and natural life, is intimate, is...

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Pocono Dawn

Dawn crept over the horizon,
like a muffled piece of grey felt;
cloaked in mist, blanketed in opalescent fog.
As the minutes pass, 
the powder blue of morn seeped atop
jagged toothed conifer forest.

Clouds turn from periwinkle to...

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A mellowing stream bleaches amber gown
Producing a triage of yellow, orange and brown
Fall's residual wave with pageantry redound 
A plumed cloak doth stunted foliage crown
A vigil of decadence and decay doth abound
A fleeting shadow kisses the...

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Watcher sits still watching the waves,
Sea waves now fill this aqua grave.


By the shoreline the waves sculpt sand,
Watery brine that bleaches land.


Dark is the night with salty breeze,
Assorted lights in windy squeeze.


Beyond the buoys sea...

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