Long Blood orange Poems

Monet's Impression, Sunrise

First impressions leave memories
That can linger for a very long time;
And give a sense of peace and understanding,
That rewards the solitude of the mind
With satisfaction, in contemplative reflection.
This may be deceiving and can...

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It was late afternoon and my thoughts were arid
when it struck me that I needed a new vehicle
to drive my thoughts far enough, fast enough
to the eyes and ears unknowingly awaiting them.

A meticulous consumer, I...

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Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat 
Tom gathers, his tuft dangling from his breast
His wingtips dragging,...

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Twilight-
the sky's blood orange
and I'm getting clean, phone's buzzing
with plans and inspirations. Dirty minds-
me too.

Great ones might think alike,
but the time's ripe to stop aiming 
for abstractions..
Just do.

I'm out the door first chance,
devil in hand,...

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Beneath the clay I eavesdrop hoarse echoes from a marigold world draped in marmalade felicity
I grimace as sandstone terra lets all its weight stack upon my rusty bones, buckling under the fire;
The spice upon my...

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big bulbs flashed like a discotheque strobe light.
it’s always midnight.
his breath filled the cavernous abyss.
his heart at risk of jumping to its death.
the shell of his flesh colder than a poikilotherm.
shudder of his lens.
 a...

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I.

I think on my shoes propped
on a wooden writing desk,
the leather synthetics, the soles, the
wear, and the feet they protect - feet
which take me here to there,

and, again, to here and there.

She walks in and...

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Count Dracula’s Blushing Maiden of London 
Her long curly auburn hair spilled over her bare shoulders and brushed against her bare pink 
breasts as she released her loose braid from the tortoise shell comb. ...

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Because for one thing, he's from Brooklyn Heights,
and glares at strangers.  A French guy (Parisian, 
of course) once remarked to me, "You Americans 
are nice to strangers--we are nice to people we know." ...

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There's this little fuzzy wuzzy bunny,
Who all year round eats loads of honey.
Now you’d expect his tummy to be runny
This fuzzy wuzzy little bunny

However, the honey has an adverse effect
And when I tell you, you...

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I met you outside a ransacked footlocker
Your fingers touched mine, entwined 
As we pushed a Tesco’s trolley
Through the window 

Shards of broken glass fell upon your shoulders
And into your hoodie
Like glistening amethysts
Flecked in their reflected...

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A misfit in Liverpool 
I think of oranges saw a painting by Constable of a morning sun 
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some 
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark...

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Strands of fiery gold awake the sleepy bird
From a slumber deep and dream filled.
It’s time to sing the notes never heard
To a group, wide-eyed and would-be thrilled.

The morning rises before too long
Leaving promises of a...

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Deep golden choirs ringing out
their scarlet anthems with a shout;
blood orange whispers echo
as the violet innuendo 
scatters all about.

The dusky pink clouds fade to grey,
the gulls, the sun, soon fly away;
this sunset's lacking just one...

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Pine needles and leaves swirl in the wind making perfect circles on the ground as I drink fizzy blood orange juice
I wait to see it again but this time they rain down from the nearby...

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Sea of blue drifts to a balmier port of call
Last satiating beams from soaring canopy sprawl
From distant, seamless divide swarthy portents fall 
Nearer, a blood orange ridge ballasts spiralling ball
A mercurial prism swaggers on horizon as...

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To Know Without Knowing 

Red moss, crimson as blood of a slaughtered calf,
I knew I had seen it before but could not recall
where or when. Like seeing a landscape painting 
knowing I had been there...

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Clementine and Valentine; Margarita and Sangria...
A Mandarine, a Lime, a Blood Orange, and a Valencia...
Each one occupying particular spots,
Four little trees residing in decorative pots.

They might feel their placement's not right;
As they only get just...

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In fragile colours you appear to me
Suave pastel strokes that are so slowly
but tenderly washed away from my memory

In gentle lullabies you caress my ears
Warm mumbling in your language
I never was able to master

I want...

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He ran the world and when he thought of stopping,
the race track played another trick on him.
His wild hair halo 'round a face, with beads
of fine salt tickle, tease.  They run down his neck.
Then,...

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Margoux T.
By Feo. 

The world is so different with out the fog
 
A compliment is self inflicted 

The cobble hill phantom has gone missing

Ultra has vanished 

The snow is now marble 

The bishops cannot defend...

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Souls visit me.

In the blood orange curtains in the back of my eyes
Their faces float in and out of focus as they take turns looking for me.
Some are wearing thick round goggles and peer through
As...

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Streaks of light
 in splendid symmetry,
Carefully crocheted clouds,
A tailor-made semicircle.
A stolen moment.
My eyes fixated on the 
fiery blaze under its veil,
A blood orange kiss on 
every blue cloud’s tip. 

He slips with every 
tug at...

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Something draws me
To the darkness
Do you feel it?
The truth
The realness
Reveal yourself
In this
Moonlight
Let go
Let everything go
No need to
Bury your
Emotions
Down
Down
Down
To only wear an
Expressionless
Mask
I wake up
With
Droplets of tears
in my palm
With unknown reason
The grey mist
Surrounds me
The shivery drops
Of dew
Roll...

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My prison is a chain link fence
Beneath the neon lights
The sky bleeds blood orange
And dogs bark at metallic monsters

Crossing over the dirty bridge
Watching a dead bum float in the river
Next to a fornicating couple
Drowning in...

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