Long Budded Poems

These 2 different versions are separated by nine years

Part 1

MUST BE SPRING

Small speckles of wild grass 
Looking like tiny green drops 
That had fallen to the earth 
Were the very first sign 

Waving in the...

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SUMMER

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It was one of the warmer summer days
Not a breeze or cloud in the sky
The humidity so high
I could almost reach out
And pluck it from the air

I watched the sunlight
Hitting the north side of my...

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She was lost and cried all night, heart broken and sad
Old wounds ached from countless jagged scars and flaws
It was an evil monster, abusive and powerfully bad
From its sadistic, tormenting ways, never did it pause

How...

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Why the dogwood tree grows.

In the middle of a vacant filed stands a grand dogwood tree where the  crows gather daily. People flock far and wide just to gaze at its majestic stature and...

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Listen to your lover as he comes, gazing in your windows, peering 
through the lattice, leaping across your mountains and bounding over your hills 
like a gazelle or young stag in your garden orchard of...

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My attention is undivided as you dance for me the dance of 
Mahanaim with your beautiful sandaled feet.  Your graceful legs are the jewels of 
the Master Craftsman, which surround my waist, and your...

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How could he be so cold with the raging lightning striking through his aluminum lines? 

His synthetic skin made of wax, glass, and fibrous mass has more than an eternity brushed abrasively against my own....

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True Love Cento 

There must be a million ways 
To say I love you
But these words will suffice for now 
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
If ever two were one, then...

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         I

  first flowers open, seasons begin ! : 
  bloom before doom 
  as always

Rajasthani breeze sweet and scentful 
fanning out to the...

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Fair Spring, a lady, palely loitering,
    Whose brow is decked with flowers and with dew,
Whose bosom births youth’s essence which does bring
    Unto the barren glades, a glory, new,
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A stroll down the street of gold

in a garden city rich with roses,
I saw poppies and lilies on a drill,
smiling like a bevy of beauties,
facing the sky. Soft gentle breeze
caressed wings of bees buzzing on...

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She was tragically wounded in her fragile heart
Betrayed by her lover, the one who tore it apart
with vile words and deeds he chose to impart
leaving her as addled as an abstract work of art

There comes...

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Sav[i]our
The white winter mist encases my lungs, 
Like the smoke of my last cigarette did; 
Sweet, soothing, real. But like me, not bitter.
For the longest of times, I could not speak.
I could not sing, and...

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I loved you from the onset ...
at the twilight of our first romantic sunrise
Fading rainbow rays of the morning,
our love had such young, bright eyes
Dashing across the field of promises,
under the full strength of the...

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O tree of liberty,
how much innocent blood
requires thee
to                       d   free?
 ...

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Come along with me as I journey East
where fragile cherry blossoms flutter
before raining down from cloudless skies.
Let's climb majestic mountains whose crests 
are always laced with crowns of snow.

Here, the scent of jasmine is caught...

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I stood in the graveyard all alone, 
With no-one else beside my ship, 
But nature seemed near to me, 
As it was marked repeatedly hip. 

Rows and rows of specific dates, 
Epitaphs of stories set...

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I.

I am devastated by the fire and frost 
of these seasons between separation and divorce. 
No vindictive act quite cures the phantom pain 
that exists only in the emptiness.

II.
Dim capsules pad my senses
and brittle fruits...

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In the garden populated with flowers, red and budded,
Resort robins birds, with inflated fluffy feathers. 
They fall in waves between the grass gushing in green 
And the impetus of a small purifying pinkish river. 
...

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Whichever does be the season, my soul feels always the earthly tremors
Why, always does it yearn for these bouts of divine fevers
See, spring does come and brings with it those newly budded flowers
Roses then blossom...

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I was, as you were, an egg in blossom, a blood sac flowering in
an amniotic garden. I was, as you were, an embryonic bud
that also budded tuberosities, buds that later became head 
and limbs.

Why then...

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Intent winds disturb the slumber
Of the Yew trees; trimmed or humble,
Watching at the guard posts of the
Barricaded house.

Slate grey clouds above far meadows
Skulls with antlers cast great shadows
‘Bove the brick framed doorway, and owns
Canons Ashby...

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Its boughs spread like a giant umbrella, 
Its girth, like the span of many hands,
Its foliage was lustrous green and exuberant,
Its roots dispersed like the tentacles of an octopus.

This tree stood tall and strong,
It stood...

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My arbored vines were frozen since mid-December.
The seasonal chill, no one is able to tame,
but my red winter roses, planted in September,
have profusely budded and their blooms are aflame.
Radiantly colored, their beauty wins acclaim.

Protected from...

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