Long Bullion Poems

I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: LIII - Tongue Teasers

Whether the glass is « half full » or « half empty », what counts is WHO « drank" the "other half », the « better half » ? Lucky...

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Bonjour, 
              Banque de 
              Bruxelles...

Bonjour, 
beautiful 
Betty!

 ...

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Sire she's been sighted
two miles south of Sinai,
our sentinels say she has brought a river,
her baggage train stretches into the ancient sands,
the envoys of her retinue spoke of marvelous gifts,
beasts and creatures of the Orient
gems...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise, to provide
the lifeblood of your
"needs" ...

you, admiring
your bullion reflection in...

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What does it mean to you
to be loved
right here
where you live and breathe,
eat and occasionally shower?

What value would you give
our investments of mutual regard?

Do you know
you can love
and be loved
for and as who you are...

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In the deep valleys of the spirit, where dreams boil in the overflowing cup of consciousness,
I wander aimlessly, seeking countless treasures not in gold, but in scattered words.
There is no money in poetry, only echoes...

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...For four years he wandered, a human scourge,
throwing in with the worst type of dregs.
He robbed from so many without a thought,
and when he slept, he saw only red.

He soon was wanted in countless counties,
but...

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(Poem Serial)      Legend Of The Black Dove -2
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Two wolves went for hunting, 
         they found no pray.
A tear came down from their eyes.
         Two bears went...

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I be a common salty once
          no captain's bars, did bear
               yet...

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Inferiority Complex As A Kid And Adult!

I recall father, (now behold
at near ninety years old - maintains stronghold
on life, cuz born of sturdy mettle -
rumor claims bullion – ne'er did buckle nar fold
meaning bull +...

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Power points of dimensional spinning graphs are largely placed in cement viewfinders in aerated office space with dome foam chairs. Dome foam chairs are the salt of seats and seating is considered important for lengthy...

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Twenty two snails were dancing in a line, for they had consumed some wine, the wine had been left by humans in the yard, the glasses full, no breaks, no shards. Safely pulling themselves up...

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In a house of butter, sleep, solaced by an arcane gold
Lined with velvet carpets coy in lavish modesty.
Dulcet tones elapsing past the sundry finished chambers
Forever home though you know not, in all its bogus truth.

Sine...

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Defenders Endangered

Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part!
Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart.  
Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart.
Thus, setting some selves apart as better…smart.

The endangered protecting the endangered –
Compassion fettered by solutions...

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I made lots of plans and vision boards
And lots of New Year Resolutions
On how I'd swim in bullion wads
By the Christmastime celebrations

I'd promise myself a new PC
And new clothes and shoes and new outlooks
That I'd...

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My assets run to billion
I hold maximum bullion
I am great in my opinion
To God, I am one in trillion!

Money is in my possession
But, I hold no affection
I cure not World's infection
I offered none any protection

I...

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FabelFortyFive 
FabelFortyFive 
 
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There was an Old Lady she hailed from Nantucket 
She carried her fish in a red paisley bucket 
She wore her hair up in a honeybun...

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MURDER OF AFRICA

Mother,
Mother of the black race,
Behold your children,
Dead and dying,
Not even a broken hope,
Can their withered hands grope?

Mother, 
Mother of Africa,
See your children.
Scattered and tattered,
Refugees in their ancestral tomb,
Where dreams die in the womb.

Mother,
Mother...

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Edna Clouds,  dreamer,  catch-me-if-you-can, hunted by police, together with her man.

T’was Robin Banks, that set her heart a throbbin’, a needy chap who drove the wheels,  alias reliant Robin. 

Third man was...

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THE DEEP OCEAN OF THE MIND


The warm pebbles touch  my foot,  my sole,
In the turbulent shallows of tide  and wave.
My waking  self feels the  moon and sun pull.

And  hidden...

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Could platinum coin deposit
In the U.S. Treasury's closet
Our debts enjoin? 
A trillion-dollar coin
Might yield a government profit


Author's Note: Section 31 U.S.C. § 5112 of the United States Code authorizes the Treasury Department to "mint and...

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Love is not known and 
can never be known, for 
love cannot be weighed
like bullion or flour, 
love cannot be roped: 
a wild mustang running
free, never tethered, 
never corralled, freer 
than the North Wind....

Love has...

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