Long Burgeons Poems

LITERAL SENSE :

This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
VERSE 1:
This ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
Concrete counterintuitive ratioed for looser and Leader;
Interim arguments to know who's worst and best person,
Makes no sense either.
Itemised unique personalities need no prejudice session. 
Sparked...

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Wobbly I stood and wobbly I remain -

The sole  of my Soul untested and untried

Not trusting the firmament on which its stability stands.

So I must reach.




For a kind hand, a rock to assuage my...

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Was my life just a wish
I hid between the pages of survival

And even though the Universal source of all
Granted me this gift

This singular precious life
Did I search instead to be the worthiness of heaven

Did I...

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Santa, I have an important request.
Please don't embarrass me with ho ho hos.
If you'd looked at my face you might have guessed.
I'm serious about fixing my nose.

I can sense you are stifling your laughter.
Your bowl...

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The Desperate Man



I burn in every title of want
Every collected obsession
That ever twinkled in an eye
Leaves its lush desire
In ardour on my hands
While the taste of her
Phantoms in the buds
With alphabetical sexual tongues

She rolls through...

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The sun shines in perfect darkness, twirling relentlessly ...

as do a trillion trillion other stars, daubed on the blackest black.
Still, life itself seeds and burgeons in the warmth of its precious light,
its particles, the core...

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In life's deep caverns, where shadows dwell,
Adversity looms a weighty spell.
A crushing force, it seeks to restrain,
The heart feels heavy, burdened with pain.

The storm arrives with a furious roar,
Clouds heavy, laden with woes galore.
The mountain...

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If mine heart should speak, let it speak so well; 
For I may not have another time to tell. 
Let me say it straight; let me say it clear, 
It may not be so loud...

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The time of growth and change is done and past.
From thaw to frost activity prevailed, 
And change came often, often coming fast, 
Till finalizing Fall all toil curtailed.
With wintertime’s quiescence, come at last,
The old year’s...

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Lost in labyrinthine lanes of midnight's embrace,
Where ghostly gas lamps gleam, casting silhouettes of grace,
Their luminescence lingers on cobblestone veins,
Chattering footsteps echo, bound in heavy chains.
 
Through wet, winding alleys, cloaked in evening’s dight,
Erected edifices enshroud...

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Around the corner, the sun will show its new face after                        ...

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I stand upon a miracles plain
the very essence of its beauty
perfection everywhere surrounding me
this feeling burgeons close to ecstasy
I the witness
peruse eternity
in the return of love
ever in a life time happily
living this 
being this
is how...

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Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled,
I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold
Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled
Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness enfold
like unspun wool on a distaff or...

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Tommorow

Tomorrow who knows we won't be together
Unlike yesterday's tomorrow might be separated forever

May not be holding hands beneath our happy skies
In future our love's river frazils of twined emotions shall not shine

Tommorow these deep valleys...

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An iron portal
as brittle as a tear
in memories
or moments
designate
a miscreant burgeons 
from emotions
the graphic artistry
of expendable smiles  
to bypass hope
and linger in a clause
of could be

Yet the thrust
has to wretched put you
a glinting steal...

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The eyes opened
As withered leaves were strewn on the forest floor,
Alone and sad.
As creepy as silence
Smothering the subtle heart with its fumes
Engulfed in dust.
Looking around,
In the swarm of bees that it was -
None appealed to...

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Training in a classical sense
means looking at life through an
infinite hallway lined with the
statuesque but long not remembered
at least for vision or presence
but more likely only legend whether
by grace or by downfall
A hallway endlessly in...

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(Sonnet / Lipogram) No letter "A"


Blooming buds dispersing sundry perfumes
Mellifluous tunes of ebullient birds
Butterflies come out of their cosy rooms
Soft verdure on verges nibbled by herds


Burbling brooks run under the bulbous dome
Modest cloud-cover with blowing...

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Ancestors Of old times
Time their visits to me,
In dreams and visions wake,
Awake me to the spirits I seek,
Seeking to renew life,
Living for tomorrow…

Tomorrow begins new
Newly wishing I’m free
Freely speaking my heart
Heartfully making songs
Sung inside this...

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