Long Bracts Poems

When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature stands still beneath gums growing tall.

And in amongst shadows with...

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A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank

key teachers approximately
     42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago...

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A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank

key teachers approximately
     42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago...

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cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything 
   more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks

away at such juvenile gibberish 
   and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence 
...

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All The Time


The pale dusted blue
Washes sunlight prances
Falls in its edges of heat and pristine shade
Shadows
And I need you

Couples old and young
Hand in hand 
Arm in arm
Families pass on pavements baked by the sun
They smile
Like...

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My favorite flower comes from the dogwood tree
Which just blooms only one time each year in the South  which is at Easter
Now the petals are called “bracts” and the center contains it‘s “blossoms”
And the...

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Delicate, fragile 
secreted away beneath your beautiful bract
always hiding from the world
you live in a dream shared only by you
alone, lonely
but better alone then afraid
better alone then dejected 
better alone then hurt
shrouded in your cloak...

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'If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door' 
                      Milton Berle

Outstretched clever Macadamia tree
Bears talents...

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The bride’s inflorescent bouquet, cascading —
a tropical tease of Chamorro charm
in the Marianas Islands.

A circular celebration arch
of bougainvillea and golden wedding bands,
preened and prepared, to love and cherish.

The handsome groom clasps the bride’s hand
as they...

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Bougainvillea

Beneath the ashen cloudless sky
the rain subsided to reveal
a plant is budding from its womb
with many colors  to behold
of orange, pink and peach or white
 the cerise petals paper thin 
they cling and climb...

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Some orange, purple and magenta...
Some crimson, yellow, red... 
Cascade walls in soft rainbow shades.
Fountain of colors flow rooftop to  balcony,
parapets and gates in gorgeous radiance.

An awestruck seduced bumblebee, 
in abundance of pink champagne, cried
"My...

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The Temperate Climes

the temperate climes arriving soon
taking possession of what will be hewn
as untrimmed flora will be heaven bound
with new seeds of love  the earth will be crowned
rain from the skies will bless holy...

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The floral foliage of Fall fuels my pen to flow
Nature's carmine carnage is a crimson condition to watch
Russet quills of the trees float down in myriad shades
Amber leaves levitating like flying embers
Auburn arrows gliding to...

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Bug-free surroundings are most possible,
but not this repulsive, disgusting beast.
The so-called, Corpse Flower, how shockable,
repulsive, disgusting, and to the least
of it said, gives off such a horrid stench,
unbearable, odoriferous--mesh
vibrant acts that the breed needs to...

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black bat flower speaks to me
invited intensity, profound propensity.
its wings and whiskers —
spooky, grotesque.
its bouquet of flowers, teeth
that devour fear,
courage to stand my ground.

it’s said, don’t linger too long
in its centerfold song.
deep darkness swallows
one whole,
an...

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Talking to bougainvilleas, 
one day I will cut my tongue.
Why the beautiful bracts were
protecting the trivial seeds ?

The flowers started clicking
to deliver a white god to a black
temple. Human shield was to
avenge the enemy beyond...

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Moon was not faraway.
It rejected the evidence against the rhyme 
and proceeded to release 
the poem.

The colored bracts of 
bougainvillea, fall solemnly, to kiss 
the grass. Spring was around 
the corner.

Quizzing a stone, a dream...

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