Long Catalogued Poems

[They lived in terror.  A dark cloud seeping inside souls tearing love
and kindness away]

I am lost for words to describe the agony of my reflection inflicted upon me;  the beast born by a...

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My genealogical family tree
was traced by a relative distant,
thus uncovering ancestral names for me,
of some who had seemed nonexistent.

The past came alive in my fantasy world
with visions of settings dramatic,
as I felt myself in scenario...

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Endurance:
Keep changing perspective; 
If only to combat the dwindling light~
Each droplet of
tear from me shall shine,
My beauty
shall stand tall,
I shall bloom
 to the happiness of those I love,
And my love shall stay the same
Until I...

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Now you’re turning to the south
To save your battered face,
To claim some sort of victory
By flattening the place.

If soldiers cannot win your war
You’ll bomb and you will shell:
Blow everything to smithereens,
Turn towns to living hell.

Your...

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After enduring their egocentricity for centuries…Gaia could no longer wait…so she summoned every entity on the planet…to listen to the debate.

“The humans think they are more important than all of you.” Gaia said….This was met...

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the field is given a name
battles are about where they disappear
the ones that walk away 
      don't know where the hell they are

       ...

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Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart, 
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced. 
It beats, 
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever...

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I
The form we take
In the shape of a life
From trumpet birth blasts
To the final shadow sighs
The faithful leap
From a Dayton hill
To silver supersonic flight
A mountain of yellowing
Paper words and work
Of worn shoes
Discarded styles
An inland lake...

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A pair of blue wings is hovering
against the inky black covering
within ‘Little Fox’ constellation
of Vulpecula designation,

portrayed with stipple sidereal
in Hubble image ethereal,
‘Hen two dash four three seven’ labeled.
A hen with fox is Aesop fabled,

except it...

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I cant seem to find the happy
antedote to cool my negative
consequences--- malignant non standards
freud pennance desires to capitulate-re
the never  know   mores  so the forni fun reins can be
pulled  taughtly ...

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Welcome.
I'm the one they left behind.
An alter ego of sorts—
just the keeper, the inventory clerk,
interim ghost.

New items arrive every day—
spat out from my boss's pockets,
sometimes still wet, still ticking.
I stack them in corners.
I don't ask...

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(Written at 3:00 am on a motorcycle between Sedona and Flagstaff)

I want to write dirty and convoluted,
connected and wet
And in the mess of my words
Feel the stain run down 
Over the nice clean ordered objective,...

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I want to write dirty and convoluted, 
connected and wet
And in the mess of my words
Feel the stain run down 
Over the nice clean ordered objective, detached
From the structure you claim to know about
I want...

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and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
A chicken diner stream is a recipe of combined cream but crossing a work surface is often best using traffic lights, zebra...

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I just wanted to leave a footprint. Proof we existed.
There will come a moment where you close your eyes for the final time and I don't want you to question what we had. I only...

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Lifts are lumps and lumps are lives. Libraries are filled with lynx. Who gather to read the polka dot books. In rows. In lines. Catalogued. Wow. Print in a paint is an iconic image. But...

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a title is not a teat nor a terrapin tank
The seventh pole in a cloud is swaying with the weights in a sky gymnasium. Gymnastics of giant clusters and catacombs catalogued by awesome aerodynamics of...

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Do not sink the eastern ship when the western ship is spinning. Spanning the globe is never good in fist gloves. If one has no conception of seasons in a new place then surely it...

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PERSONIFICATION PAINTING
Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all for free  see
Our lives, on show for all to see;
On the seat ,over...

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The seventh pole in a cloud is swaying with the weights in a sky gymnasium. Gymnastics of giant clusters and catacombs catalogued by awesome aerodynamics of the asteroids whose charm outsways the globule passing in...

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She collects souls to be their shepherd,
to keep them — and their short lives — safe.
All moments, catalogued
in the chaos and cosmos.

She watches them thrive.

Her curiosity appears as wit,
sharp with double entendres,
an intelligence cloaked in...

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A bedroom door that never locked,
Footsteps heavy like thunderclocks,
Mother's wine glass, cracked and red,
Words that bruised more than fists ever did.

A closet full of whispered screams,
Apologies lost in fevered dreams,
Father's belt, a sermon preached,
Love, a...

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Eclipse of Sun is quite a sight
since for a while day looks like night 
when moon moves ‘twixt the Earth and Sun
and over light the dark has won
or seemingly in visioned sleight.

That syzygy alignment might
in...

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Stinky Stan the dustbin man
Was always less than fragrant
The aroma hung like cattle dung
And he looked  like a vagrant
If you saw Stanley at his work
You’d never call him posh
He wore the same clothes everyday
And...

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When I was a little boy,
I brooded day-to-day
Ever since I found out
I had my native tongue
violently taken away
Swore in my heart,
I would make my own language — 
words only I knew the meaning of
Take the...

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