Long Capsuled Poems

              For in the depths of time's forgotten embrace,
A world, once lush, now shattered, displaced.
Anteeing up as joker, distant and vague,
I tread...

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Two thousand feet in the belly of the earth
So near the opulence of golden ore
And so far the poor man's dream of worth
From the falling sweat of toil
Around the Chilean house
The wringing hands toll in...

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Most people think of creative writing, as belonging almost exclusively to the genre of the world, of fictional writing. When in fact any writing involving both skill and imagination.  Might loosely fit into its...

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Meanwhile at the Temple of Doom, 
the hearts of the "resistance", 
are burning everence 
in "Human Resonance Frequency", 
somewhat
resonating resonance residence,
but not enough-...

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See me fast, feel me low, watch me strike
as I feel myself bottom blend slow into an aqeous blood slumber 
silk circulating all rotten terms as I fornunicate
the manicial social countermeasures I must employ
each day...

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"The Elemental’s Confession as a Peace Offering"



In the moment I lost my head
my hands tied without voice 
I wasn’t crucified

I was looking for some kind of 
release from the solitary confines
of a confessional habit that...

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In an old briefcase
capsuled for years in a corner
of the shed, I found a rolled up wad
of poems, stalled, still looking 
for something to say, frozen 
in a futile gasp for air. 
I should have...

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I opened up the daily yesterday
and turned to the obituary page.
A friend of mine looked back at me from there.
He'd died at ninety years and one of age.

I cried out with surprise and wondering.
How can...

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Actually, I do not know why I write a poem
I started at a very early age and continued,
When I was very young, I loved to show-em
In adolescence I wrote when in a grim mood.

Discovering love,...

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Rhapsody of rainbow 
morphs melted 
into morose mélange,
scattered in sullen sky. 
Bleeding colors bleached 
from twilight cloud 
ruinous rainstorm daubs 
as derelict blemish 
on abandoned shards 
of broken heart.
Shades of blue 
permeate pining
frayed linen 
of...

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Ugly people
We living in a world with a hole in it
We living life ugly
But we make the world go round 

Would you think I was hopeless
If I led you astray with a song
Whom else are...

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Say what you want
Today, tomorrow, it’s a another month
Right now I feel captured, capsuled
But tomorrow, I’m changing my stars 
Dealt something like a rapture, a lap full
With the misery of a prisoner, I’m rearranging these...

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Every now and then life is tragic 
And we just can’t accept its grace
An innocent touch 
Just couldn’t allow happiness 
To smother my face
What ever time sees
Take my hand please
It brings me back to my...

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The emotions of my soul remain 
in memories capsuled in time
From that very first moment
on a pure-white winter's day

A fallen stardust scattered
from birth-silk sky upon 
moon-kissed shores

Showering peasant nights
and hope-filled dreams
with a heart holding manna...

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The streets are deserted,
not a single soul is about
even the winos and street bums
are nowhere to be seen.

There are no cars on the road
or any planes in the air
it’s so eerily quiet
you can even hear...

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Rhapsody of rainbow morphs to morose mélange
Bleeding colors bleached from the twilight cloud 
Rainstorm daubs as blemish on the broken heart
The shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.

Requiem of roses resonates in melancholic...

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Seeds are nature's progeny en-capsuled.
Life's germ in suspended animation,
Awaiting the trigger to grow, scheduled
By warmth, rain, season to spark gestation.
Tiny seed has script to create tall trees
Using DNA code coiled in germ cells.
Shoots sent skyward,...

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The music of my youth: a capsuled find,
a dusty box of discs, a time machine.
A foolish younger self and I convene,
camped in a cobwebbed corner to unwind
the lilting, haunting tunes which fresh remind
that pastures parched...

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The green hills are drinking
the clouds,
keep pouring out
the scented breath.

In capsuled hour the wind was its own rival.
A slant on confessional suicide:
the charm obliterates the solitude.

A gray shower of thoughts outside the window,
I forget, I...

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