Long Boho Poems

I swing into action
Armed with wine 
The spirit willing, really for anything
Watch the Drama

Fire in my eye, dry throat, cracking lip
I stammer a little, with Socratic confidence 
I am stinking of words, ammunition from hell
Most...

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A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the...

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There will be times
A brilliant sunset
when I will
A microphone 
see something,
The scent of lilacs
smell something,
A roaring fireplace
hear something, 
A starry sky 
taste something,
A full moon 
touch something...
A big snowstorm
reminders of you...
A walk at the seashore...

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Granules of recollection rub like salt 
Flailing in the fog of seven years ago
Deafened by incessant frog cries
Vines dangling began attaching to each other 
Drying river stagnated, slime slippery with algae 
Vigorous tree growth stooped...

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Try to get out of bed early, try to make your bed. Inhale.  
Your off-white bedsheets haven’t been washed in a month.
Try purchasing a new detergent, one of those that’s petal-scented:
2 in 1 Aroma...

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Windows open on the bay
Fluffy yellow king duvet
Satin sheets and pillowcase
Frilly tablecloth of lace
On it coffee mugs for two
Latte, French press, freshly brewed
Boho style living room
Orchids all year round abloom
Bluebird pictures on the wall
Knitting needles...

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I could love you so easily
In fact I already do
Uno y dos es uno
When it comes to me and you
The things you like are the things I want to
And it's all okay by me
It's not...

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Paris honeymoon, boho
Sleep late, let that rooster crow!
Jeans and boots and off we go
Coffee in a quaint bistro

See the Seine and view its flow
Musée d'Orsay and art nouveau
Nothing rushed, we'll take it slow
No fanfare, we're...

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I'll learn to play the mandolin 
I'll strum bluegrass guitar
I'll dress in picked-out-for-me clothes 
I'll drink from pure glass jars
I'll decorate in boho 
I'll read your favorite books
I'll build a shelf for snow globes
I'll give...

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Good morning my beauty, is today a day
When perhaps your path may cross my way?
Could there be a chance I'd see your face
Somehow somewhere? Sometime someplace?

When I spot you, desire starts to grow
And then my...

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Once upon a time
In the context of a rhyme 
I asked something of you,
If you would say, I do
No fanfare and no scene
Just cowboy boots and jeans
A flower for your hair
That evening in my chair

A...

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She is young, and it is twenty twenty two
I was not expecting her to dress like a Bohemian
Not realizing it is the style, as I am older and not stylish now

She is my granddaughter, and...

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