Long Body of work Poems

"The Payload" 

The payload 
came crashing down
like rain expelled
from the fat belly 
of a ruinous pregnant cloud 
bilious with buxom promise

it came crashing down 
like school fish released 
from the tight confines
of a course rope...

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"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the knowledge
of such terrible and ruthless, lusty 
characters of strong will;...

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"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher...

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“liaison dangereuse”



Tear a thin line 
along my skin
softly velvet
finger tips 
no nurses gloves

down my neck
along my throat
with something
sharp like words
on a tongue

like I’m
one of the 
gentility heard
soft as a block of butter
hard from the fridge
I'll...

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"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back of my spoon

the feed they found,
passed the disingenuous time;
some found...

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“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”

Lavender seduces symmetry  
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable

a swollen tangerine sky 
moves its tongue over 
the blues of her violet harbour 

calling the siren...

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“Lost Pantheons” 

Alexandrine tragedies
Racine diamond-edged
come and go 
French letters 
blown like leaves
straight up 
into the rarefied air
scattered like lovers
against a body 
of purple vain poetry 
written invisible
on the skin of 
Miss Chance 
Cocteau
spoken with 
joie...

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“Spilt Milk”



Warm milk 
before bedtime
spilt before sleep

The salty tear
in a body of work 
along the dark line kissed

steamed open
like an envelope
secrets laid bare

reveling in whispers
moist lipped, barely contained 
lovers and their conspiracies

pulses felt 
quills dipped...

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"The Forgotten Poets"



Saints and Sinners
all calling out for 
forgiveness 
and wanton recognition

de Sade like minds
libertine and revolutionary
Saints living out their penance 
kiss the sharp lips of Sinners

Juxtapositions of souls
Sinners become divine
Saints become unhinged 
more human,...

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Intense lover turned
Dedicated mother
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want...

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“The Wolf’s Pockets”




Virginia knows 
what’s written 
in the mass of a rock
the heaviness of words
not soluble
anchored to life
that does not float

A Wolf swallows Woolf whole
Hungry for something -
 
“other than”  ;

Submerged, 
what is not...

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“Scrabbled”



I could write a book
about all your dance moves
fire handed on a platter
heart beating like a hammer

a body of work
glanced at nonchalantly
on an open floor
dance cards marked, 

silent deals made
and understood
blind man’s bluff 
toe tapping...

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I was working out back, while under the palms
I've a tendon-cy to stand under the limbs
to focus my eyes, and digest the surrounding glands cape
Plantar-d there on the ground was a carpenter ant 
that caught...

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"The Begin Again Beings"

A family of swords
the world under their feet
to all that is fallen in the 
darkened passages beneath,
slipped on crushed pearls of tears
rivulets running down 
a body of work pierced,
the milky powder swallowed
from...

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I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated cover tempts an impatient lover,
I read your Title, Her World,...

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"Bespoke"



unknown variables quiver the quill 
biting words playfully taking waiting lips
qualitative honeyed eucylyptus elixir 

speaks to you 
bespoke 
in passionate whispers

dripping the burning grenades
intimate soliquays
like a warm feathered breeze

down all your lines 
fuse lit and...

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"Poetry The Big Easy"



Poetry
the Big Easy
going down 
on thoughts
Where are 
the real 
Strawberry Kisses
Silver Spoons
daily tasting their
game of Twister?
Where is the 
LIFE
coursing like 
sex through the 
veins
pumping Love
out onto a 
single
neverending 
line on a page?
The...

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Number of Man
(Webster’s Ninth)

Money trail reveals factor
To assemble humans follow layout
Swat down charges with linguistic racket
Sticks more effective than carrot dangle
Arguments sustained by pundits' jangle
Beached on shallow force Fed truths we paddle

Pedantic pets get paddle
First...

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it starts out full of determination, 
crusading with vision and vigor
a strong staff, new boots, and a good hat.
a map with direction and no mud stains

walking with purpose in mid-afternoon
the clouds in the distance poignantly
seem...

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Ever since I descended
On this earth I made a decision
My life my struggles up and downs and the world would be distant
If things got too deep my fist clinches
Opening I'm against it
Conquering your obstacles that's...

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"Black Diamonds and the Benefits of Ylang Ylang"



The prescription
was to write

black diamonds
against the pale 
antidote

cutting glass
precisely, words
gargled slowly

she bled

diagnosis
Jung
and the benefits 

of Ylang Ylang

Feeling all the colours 
inside of 
Black

A body of work

Arms arrested 
legs...

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coming across a body of work
(literary, visual, theoretical,
physical, aural---all evidently
significant to what it is to be
human amidst other humans 
in the present, here) put forth 
by a wo/man which it would 
take two lifetimes to...

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Sitting on the bus and I'm in a hurry
So I'm going to quickly write 10 minutes of fury
The bipolar mad man with a weapon in hand
A pen full of ink, so you can't beat the...

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By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com

The Super Snow Moon lighted our bleeding hearts,
That we’re staging the National Arts Month in February;
It reminded us to the king like the powerful wolf 
Who defaced the rules of artistry
That he...

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"Be very still", the voice said 
"I'll get the nails from between your toes". 
"He still breathes", another voice.
 A gentle move, 
a hand laid at my back, 
another at my neck. 

"We are your...

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