Long Breeched Poems

The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble ingress of Petra,
saying with thrill, the Jin of your Jihad...

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Day-223 “I Am Your Constitution”

In the wee hours of the night
There came a pounding on my door
Up from my bed I rose

Who’s that pounding on my door?
Why are you pounding on my door?

 Wake up!...

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A halo glow, faint, it’s shadow,
hangs on gossamer web of angel wings.
Voices flutter through naked space.
They float on clouds of love 
high, high above the universe.
Singing praise and adoration
of man in his purest form.
The portal...

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I wear a veil of iron mesh,
it sheilds me from sensation,
it's like the one that Jackie wore
after Jack's assassination.

I was just a youngster then,
but, deep inside, I knew,
that with that act of violence
came the end...

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In times of retrospection we discover
The miles our vagrant compass trekked 
Silent horrors from which we recovered
What be righteous or unworthy we assess

For to all children life is not toys and hugs
Or enchanting dances on...

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Better to be bold in battle
then benign in retreat!
No victory comes from actions prattle;
May honor be found in refusing defeat -

My vaults will not be breeched
by faults,
may we have a merry waltz
devoid of all unsavory...

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Do I know who I am? Who am I?
In the space in this place at the
Clearing? What am I am some of
Us after THEY decided everything 
In their favor! NEW WORLD ORDER!
NOW we survive for...

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laced with a goldensilver fleece,
lamented laboured listlessly luxurious 
	
augmented segmented and critically curious...

I'd save penchant face
for solving this human's race
only to relieve said diatribe
and give you my release...


A liquid aquarian
the 'good samaritan',
an ardorous cantamorous belafusal...

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The Dry Dispatches 

To the sullen cemetery in the sun we trudge,
No better place indeed to find memory’s heartbeat, 
and a plate of forgiveness inside its eating green gardens,
as human bones hypnotize the dry dispatches.
No,...

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I have forgotten the willow weeping in the field
How it brushed closely to the Earth
As the sunshine would glimmer through
Highlighting the wild flowers in bloom
Home to the sparrow and once a year
The turtle dove would...

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Crystal, my flea bitten nuisance of a kitten, brought me a little token of affection tonight.
I deplore mice.
Even dead ones.
Filthy buggers.

But, there sat Crystal.  Mouse at her feet, mewing at me.  As if...

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her kisses were glacial...honest
she devoured every star on which she rode
at times, amber spirits would peal the veneer
expose the pulp of her mind...scarred...
one night the shine sprinted from her grasp,
living dullened that wild horse stride...
she...

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He went on an ayahuasca retreat
searching for that magical seed
to lead him up the stalk to his soul's treasury.
This white-collar fellow with money to burn
sitting before an old shaman, 
who'd so much to teach and...

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With acrobatic locomotion 
hovering high above the ocean
the kingfisher hangs ready in the sky
to pounce upon his potential prey
waiting just below the waves
by releasing all his thrust 
into a dive. 

Splashing through the salty blue
foamy...

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Ganesh in the Deeply Dark (Dawn)

I sit, sullen
in this hot tub,
grown warm.
Here, I sit,
grown cold,
grown old.

The stars seem dim,
though neatly
arranged.

The dead leaves,
having leached their
green, beseeched their
sun-god, having breeched
their tip-top, up top, paraSol-top,
having reached the high...

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The pitter patter of a doleful rain doth resound
Satiatiating solace and inner peace are drowned
Guttural drips seep into my porous, emotive ground
Brackish hope drains through my bleached mound
Saturated soul shutters as the eroding waves continually...

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I walk the streets of heaven
all alone
blinded by the alabaster
GOLD
searching for the God
of endless names.
The streets are empty
under quarantine
the clouds all closed
no angels in the fluff.
While hell is flaming still
in merriment.
I wonder - was I...

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You have given me my armor; 
                            ...

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We talk with disdain of rats that leave
a sinking ship. In truth do vermin,
ingloriously called, feel they have
to leave their homes, secret places wherein
they secured their children, in cowardice?
Rather, deep within the ship they are...

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Recline my love within the foam
upon the ocean’s skirt.
And, make a bridal bed for me
as days end we do court.

Adonis, he has blessed your form
Poseidon bless’d your lance
And thee has captured me my love
With nothing...

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It whispers that you were once here..
it must have been grand in its day
keeping things in and others at bay-

Giving you a sense of{false} security
a boundary never to be breeched
a sense of permanence and importance
a...

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