Long Cataloged Poems

Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

(Or ... I Know What I Know)


(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)




Nobody Likes A...

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It always starts the same
a fairy tale
first child
second child
It
you didn't even want to see him
let alone give a name
I did
you vanished
sleepless nights submersed in days
hours became a battlefield
we stood against over 20 armies
they had a...

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books stacked, spine horizontally allowing the title and author to be seen, cars facing the front, hood and license plate, people and trees distinguishable by height and hair or crown, the sequence of years diminishes...

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### - ## - ####
There you go you have been identified 
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You have been marked 
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system 
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Cataloged, tethered, and...

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No one prepared me for what I found
The fear 
Alive 
Suffocating 
Alone I stood 
An enemy without a face
A child I was 
Though only a few years have passed
Not one single day fades into night
That...

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Sleeping Beauty tosses and turns
as in a course contrary churns
galactic realm outside the heart
where further spatial spying smart
more astronomic savvy learns.

While telescopic eye sojourns
through visionary sight discerns,
the fairy talers too impart
Sleeping Beauty.

Enlightenment delusion spurns.
As mortal...

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Oh, living, breathing star
     how beautiful you are.
You pulsate from afar- 
     our cosmic avatar.

Life beats inside your heart
     that rends dust-rays apart
so...

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Walk with me here, friend, once again
Along the dingy street cataloged with dingy lives
For our hopes were eagles here
And the little people preys of pride
How we circled them aloft in our sky
Of some marginal education
Until...

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Within the bounds of heaven is a mighty sea. 
It has no boundaries.
It goes on for infinity.
Its crystalline surface is like a million tiny mirrors looking back at me.
Enraptured by this fairy tale like body...

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Chronicler of History

History goes back as you might guess
Through vast tracks of time out there to be cataloged and measured
And a couple minutes more, before the universe was born
It discovered Hobo Jack at home within...

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I have mapped the perimeter
of what's not there, 
measured the night
and calculated the weight 
of a dream as it floats 
across the surface 
of a sleeping mind.
I have calibrated silence
and formulated an equation
to calculate the...

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and wipe your civilized feet on the lawn
scorched by the fire of the hours
let the happy afternoons at the shopping center
rest on the old shelf balanced on the bricks
carefully get out of the loaded car
with...

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"Nobody favors a share ...
for sins I bear,
no one cares.

Now that the appointed hour pines faintly,
I stand in lights grace, a shadow no more,
barring lives in my wake and none before.

My cup did run over,...

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Molasses summers break the sun,  
chase frost to sheltered shade;
retreating  youthful hearts 
feel the cold upon them laid.
Seeing is not believing. 
Believing is believing.
Seeing is drinking pictures.  
poured from a pitcher of...

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in the furrows of time..
here in the psalms
of our being, hate
plagues the world---
its spawn of players dispersed
across the world's stage
spreading scheming sins
of deception; scheming sins
of treacherous times
teasing valor with deceit---
mocking rights to life,
liberty and the...

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LOST IN TRANSLATION

i have become the page of a book
stored neatly away on a shelf
the others have their own little nook
they all know where they belong
all cataloged so they know where to look
this library is...

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The Pink Joey or Dwarf Pink Kangaroo Paw
when cataloged made botanists quiver.  
For it's a rare native Australian plant
first found along the Margaret River.

A clumping evergreen, it loves the sun
however, it’s content to stay...

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A Product
Of My Memories
WRITTEN: BY Tom Wright
11-21-2011

An inner longing for friends once known,
Even some, that flow has whispered away.
I’ve cataloged thoughts as time has grown,  
Time’s swiftness I liken to a bird of prey

God,...

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I watch
as whispers
of smoke
curl up into 
the stratosphere


then, it was as if
the night seemed to yawn, 
a great mouth of darkness,
swallowed the day
another moment, was recorded 
and cataloged
to be digested by the future 
but always,...

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It is sickening to grow flowers
       of suffered memories ...
      Collect swoops from
       cataloged failures ...
  ...

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Kaleidoscope World
David J Walker

The interlocutors 
       took their positions in

The discourse of the values of 
        obscure colors

First Vermilion and then Coquelicot...

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The Last Full Moon of the Season
David J Walker

	Day of past days
Once in the way of 
	This today

Hours of past hours
	Cataloged and
Overlapped with
Horrors of mirrors
	And old age
In ivory towers

A presence within a
Long lost past 
Preserved...

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Nowhere in Particular
David J Walker


Is it enough that 
we once
shared the same sky 
that we walked the
same streets and
greeted the same citizens
aimlessly passing by

is it enough that I have
cataloged and stored each
yesterday in a frame
of...

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