Long Blotting paper Poems

In the quietness of dusk, when shadows stretch long over the fields of memory,
Memories rise like reflected ghosts, wandering through the labyrinth of thoughts,
Taking me back to the times of childhood, when backyards were boundless...

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The Slide Ruler

As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
                 seeps away on this planet’s...

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TIDES   OF   TIDINESS   

If  I was God,  the geographic world I would bless:
I’d start by tidying  up my world map for it’s a mess.
First let’s examine...

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PERPETUAL POEMS
A poem is never merely still born,
It has its creator's eyes,ears and nose
Yet,unique it lives  a life of its own
Independent,well able to stand alone;
On others it can,influence,affect
Energise,direct or initiate
A response,unforseen and immediate
Or lie...

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R is for RETROSPECTIVE
A poem is never merely still born,
it has its creator's eyes,ears and nose
Yet,unique it lives  a life of its own
independent,well able to stand alone

On others it can,influence,affect
energise,direct or initiate
A response,unforseen and immediate
or...

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When fever rises to 109, the gravity is lost: I cling to sheets to hold the bed’s horizon but my spine tends to a weightlessness. The fever heats the protein till the folding point and,...

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My love when you leave
When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
And your delicious food sleeps under the covers
I drink hard at night, very late
Like a blotting paper
You are my...

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Back then,
backyards were big enough
to nurture a growing soul
and provide a space
for the earth to play out
its seasons in full rehearsal.
There were wide tracks 
of grass, trees to climb, 
old sheds to rummage
with their interiors...

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Reminiscing a Future

Taste of my Teddy bear suckling comfort
                    Cool button in his ear on my...

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As I wend my way around curving roads
up high into the mountains
I finally arrive at the Eight Gables Inn.
I wonder what it is that drives me here!
Perhaps I have developed wings
and flew across the Atlantic...

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Such as blotting paper 
We absorb everything: 
Sunrise, darkness, 
Roses, thorns, 
Bitterness, Basil 
Lightning’s, thunders 
Ravens, Snakes, 
Worms under the bark, 
The bark and roots,

We absorb
Bread and salt, 
Plague, dust, ash, tar,
Wound and the fire...

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Come..
         fly with me
         beyond,beyond
         imagination
Capture..
     ...

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POEMS THAT MAKE NO SENSE—2

their flesh bears no scars
only coldness forgotten
and bizarre
never pealing layers
of bleeding hearts
no strings attached
just beings from 
odd spaceplaces
dead and dying to
be done with it
all in all their souls
are very still like
blotting...

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Embrace the new technologies, 
acquiring knowledge as your goal, 
in the realm of search and seizure 
feed your mind, refresh your soul. 

Social Media and bloggers, 
irritants in cyber space 
will whore themselves for your...

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Embrace the new technologies, 
acquiring knowledge as your goal, 
in the realm of search and seizure 
feed your mind, refresh your soul. 

Social Media and bloggers, 
irritants in cyber space 
will whore themselves for your...

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re-post inspired by Brenda's contest

Through a personal lens I think,then write
Perspective's gaze alters,from night to night,
As blotting paper,absorbs impressions
Of poetry's learned and unlearned lessons;
my anthology,my journey's log book
From mainstream or the back lanes I took,
An...

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A POETS PROGRESS
Through a personal lens I think,then write
Perspective's gaze alters,from night to night,
As blotting paper,absorbs impressions
Of poetry's learned and unlearned lessons;
my anthology,my journey's log book
From mainstream or the back lanes I took,
An emphasis upon...

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