Long Candlewick Poems

SUN-BLOCK  ( Collaboration with Joseph Osita )


by~JOSEPH OSITA &  I~LINDA  (p.d.)

Your sunset-sanctioned skin ignite melody to boredom world
Your gently pearling smile charm the attention of morning sun.
Your charmed souls burn in nuclear...

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SUN-BLOCK


Your sunset-sanctioned skin ignite melody to boredom world
Your gently pearling smile charm the attention of morning sun.
Your charmed souls burn in nuclear passion
To absorb the bombardment of your ink
You are the unsolved mystery of existence...

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Honorable Mention 
Opening Candlewick 
Patricia Cresswell 

she speaks with gentleness to the walls 
leaves her memories and hopes in words 
between the layers of fresh spring paint 
she finds her mother and grandmother’s there 
rising...

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Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun.
Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you’ll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day.
Bask in the...

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steeling into the attic

how much is contained
in these boxes and bags of stuff?
all of life, now, then and before.
some able to warm the heart strongly 
as when newly minted.
cruelty, giving rise to the chill of...

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Bliss be quick 
I'm fading fast
toward the sunset's
shadowed grasp
Like a smoking candlewick
Like our conversations past
Bliss don't switch
your gears and leave
the moon to tend me
as I grieve
She has no real warmth to give
She can't show me...

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From ancient blackened earth our lives emerged
Affirming eon's cycling through soil's time
But in the end all creatures had diverged.

Though ash and cinder oft contributes grime
To rising zephyr souls whose breaths are numb,
The weathercock and vane,...

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Dance if you will. Come slither upon my feet,
Delightfully disguised as tragedy
Completely incomplete.

You still race to my conscious like
Bubbles in fresh poured champagne.
In rest, you’re a candlewick dripping slowly
Pulling down my shade,
Offering a sweet aroma...

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Where have the matchstick men and women gone,
they used to walk home from the smoky factories
just to light up?
Where has the Pork Pie hat flown to?
Even the birds chirrup less sweetly,
Is it because my shoes...

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The error
To consider the space
Empty
Assigning no value to the void
 Of seemingly little consequence
Akin to the nothingness that holds
The flame precariously above the delicate candlewick

That was before I understood its purpose
This deceptive illusion of nothingness
Rendering...

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When mining thoughts, how deafening the ring
We search the walls of silence for a vein
A golden verse to strum on soft heart strings
To touch someone and stake a poet's claim

We chip away, in rubble, as...

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Scabby knees and chimney stack smoke

Scabby knees and chimney stack smoke,
Short corduroy trousers, old flat cap bloke.
Wash lines of linen hang over cobbled street,
Holes in our shoes, dirty cold callous feet.
Make do and mend, hand...

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