Long Bowstring Poems

It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from...

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I was with my daughters at their favorite playground.  I watched them chase each other 
around the merry-go-round.  Laughing and enjoying the extremely pretty day.  I watched 
them among the other children...

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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote...

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Every February fourteenth,
(reference Gregorian Calendar see
High Middle Ages his Saints' Day)
which combs thee
day after morrow aye decree

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
mine near one and same
mean mein near best buddy
donning Harris tweed plus sundry
other manifold couture to express...

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Quietly filling
 deep cups of the red blossoms.
 The morning sunrise.

 The rock bowl is full.
 Filled by the rain for the birds
 and for my quiet mind.

 Dried stalks of rhubarb
 turn brittle in...

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The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched...

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I know you.  You walk in the mists of human memory.
You are the archer.... a traveler in time.
I saw your work one day.  In flint, a bit of symmetry.
Lost, or maybe discarded, a...

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The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.

The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy cheek,
As she fired her fledgling flights;
They heard the fair Maid...

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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote...

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litany of the Church of the Ecstatic Coma
love shouldn't be a pile of rags
I was playing pinkie dinkie
with next door Suzie Woozy
her father was CIA a spy catcher 
with a big spy catcher mitt
try not...

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Feb. 14, I felt a profound longing for love in my soul./ So I got out of the house for a 
afternoon stroll./ A beautiful day to be in the park, one would think it...

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word string you make my heart sing
you make everything groovy
but I wanna know for sure
the slaver's noose is no sower of truth
and its cohort of prediction
open eyed jumping to no order
because invention is the outcome...

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is the tendency of the  reddish sunshine 
to become drenched some more 

let us hear 
what the milky-way seamed by pins 
says 

and it’s you 
how much can you be able to read 
the...

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THINGS WITH STRINGS

Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.

Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites, and hairs on head.
Theory in music, or in science,
together making...

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Just a single thought,  and my heart begins to rhythmically beat
My breath gets caught, and from the start you made me feel so complete.
Such joy like I've never known, for heartache has always hindered...

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He is restless, stripes blending and then confusing the shadows of the bars of his cage
Not having eaten for three days slow, ribs show, worms beneath the tawny and grey skin
He sometimes stares at me,...

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The battle cry of a Samaria pierces the night
"Ninjas meet your death, no matter how you fight me, the Samaria's decree is death before dishonor"
What you think the little sword is for
It's hard to stab...

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fine, faintly flickering face, 
  a goddess'  gilded grimace,
    eyes slightly squinting, 

      razor-sharp concentrating,
        lips pursed and...

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I fear the night

I fear the night;
When thoughts of you
Stalk me like a ghostly hunter,
Eager for a taste of my soul.
Armed with Eros’ arrows
They come unheralded, treading
Silently; bowstring taut and
Softly humming in the flow of...

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fine, faintly flickering face,
 a goddess' gilded grimace;
  eyes sharp, slightly squinting,
   lips pursed, concentrating;
    arms strained, straight, steady,
     inch by inch, pulling in the...

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No (where) Now

         I don't want to write about it
         but my pen keeps circling
    ...

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You are the star that shines in my eyes,
I am the man that comes in disguise;
Like moths that flutters on wings of chance,
We fly into arms that love to dance.

On the balcony the rose vapor...

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There once was an Archer, divine
He created a love as zealous as yours and mine

Hewn from a strong and sturdy branch He fashioned a bow 
From dust He created a bowstring as supple as a...

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SONNET IN THE WIND
(The Archer)


Hark! What wind doth blow in yonder forest
Stirring the spirit of a long dead archer
In his endless search for the unwary doe
He stealthily lifts his bow – aiming hurriedly
His shot misses...

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Total Recall

What I used to think, I loved and used to know,
Serving a bowstring, this I used to know,
Fumbling with the tools, I never thought about,
Now stumbling to remember, I often doubt.

Pride in remembering what...

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