Long Charcoaled Poems

[First posted in 3 parts. Intended novel: time never allowed]

Prologue
This,  Sir, is the prologue from before our tale begins
About the day our father did succumb to mortal sins
And left behind a man who would...

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foisted upon her was the merry go round crystal chandelier

it stuck in her beautiful mind like a beacon of flaming desire

of clouds fried by a cuckoo with an indestructible socket

her eyes wide upon pupils dilated...

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(His Version of Somber)

Even in the light of day no light can penetrate me, the darkness seeps out of my soul and it consumes me
I have no light to shine on me, that was taken...

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it had indeed become the autumn of his life and he had harshly lost

every spring in his step when his wife began to abuse his good faith

abandoned him by the way side and the side...

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I was young when I realized my mom was different,
Different from me at least, for sometimes 
She would draw or paint and miracles would happen.
Her penciled or charcoaled strokes on paper projecting life
Into two dimensions,...

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I’ve been needing your lies 

I’ve been craving your poison 

I’ve been missing your demons 

I’ve been loving your hater 

While I was playing with death 

While it was ing me upside down 

While I...

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... stalactites hung like dystopian snot from a statue 

her brain was frozen and formed ice in her mind

a lacuna without inlet or outlet arrested in time

mind’s skates tied up in bundles of snowflakes

gloves off...

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(APROPOS OF 11/21/2018)

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The fires came and the winds blew;
Nothing remained the same—
If only they knew…praying for the rain;

The floods came the next day
And the flowing mud had its way:
Houses that had remained
Went down...

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Life, like a practiced comedian on the stage
Keeps smiling and frowning in turn.
Under the embers of joy that spark from our hearts,
Lies the pulverized heap of charcoaled dreams!
	
Sometimes I find life, a tight rope walk
When...

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a mellifluous trickle had given way

to licking her wounds in silent arrest

of the honey flow of her beautiful mind

synapses clotted on stagnant display

like burnt marshmallows on a fire

charcoaled pen roasted at her core

incinerated thoughts feeling...

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Before:
When no middle ground can be found amid rifts
They’ll send in a few unsolicited gifts
The east and the west shall politely decline
each incoming gift with a two fingered sign

It’s ‘You show me yours and I’ll...

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Like an abandoned egg in the refuse dump,
My soul and mind has started to rot.
Charcoaled by the heat and lines of your lies and betrayals,
Your words pierced my heart with pang,
Leaving me to gasp for...

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Calligraphic psyche in a delicately expressed avalanche;
Addressed to whom it may concern in a note, carte blanche.
Four walls house the sweet suicide, boxing floor to ceilings;
Heavy pen seeking solace, in the paper basket of crumpled...

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Aberfan

Fifty years since Aberfan and a welsh town's grief it first began.
For every coal mine, slurry mounds,
theirs claimed the young from school playgrounds.
Miner's digging underground below slurry piles that made no sound.
Seasons's came and then...

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Pon a time when history
Began with archeology
When scale skinned creatures left the sea
Evolved in time to you and me

Could be said it went awry
Parents gone, no time to cry
Buttons pressed ignited sky
Carbonised to crumble dry

First...

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Wales

Oh, where is the land of mountainous hills 
where sheep ran the vales and men ran the mills.
Where mining was life for all those around,
with the pits bringing coal from dark undergrounds.
This was the life...

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Police Brutality

We’ll shoot. Don’t move.
Don’t talk or We’ll disapprove.
Don’t reach. We’ll kill.
Comply, Listen, Be quiet, Be still.

Four in the morning wake up.
Forget the horrors, don’t sip the death cup.
Get ready for work, put down the...

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I'll climb again from my stranded slump
claw the walls of this pit too rise
use my legs that have been absent long
to push over the parapet my eyes
i'll struggle through these war remains
kick bone and blood...

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Do you like the mess I’ve made?
My cheap clothes, my charcoaled eyes, 
My bedraggled dreams and 
The rage I drown every night.

I try to convey my constant cravings with
Little ditties and pretty stockings,
But who out...

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*Image of Original Gerber baby, Ann Turner Cook by KTVU.


R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner


Ann Cook
Her look

Not name
Became

Households
Footholds

Aspects
Effects

Neighbor's
Favors

Charcoaled
Turned gold

Adored
Reward

Threshold
Behold

Quest and
Destined

Become
A mom

Four kids
Amids

Teacher
Writer

Thank you
Trueblue

My face
By grace

Glass jars
All-stars

Trademarks
Remarks

Sublime
Lifetime

Apprise
Demise

Gerbers
Furthers

Bless you
Adieu

Godsend
Ascend


*R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner*

At five months old,...

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We’ll shoot. Don’t move.
Don’t talk or We’ll disapprove.
Don’t reach. We’ll kill.
Comply, Listen, Be quiet, Be still.

Four in the morning wake up.
Forget the horrors, don’t sip the death cup.
Get ready for work, put down the sharpened...

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Amid once roseates mirroristic muse borne reflections ~

Images now manifesting themselves inside the dampened blink of time to find

But a bitter root spawning within jestives mocking mist touching it all....

A hearts turning unto the tainteds...

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I woke trembling on the eve of dawn
dappled sunlight through window shone
upon my canvas there had been drawn
a masculine image, chiseled cheekbones

What fantasy had I taken in flight
Had my hand charcoaled this face
And in the...

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[I really must learn to read the contest’s rules
before writing the damned poem...
What follows is not twelve lines!]


It was a good morning until
My face was shoved under the grill
With only six lives left within me
This...

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Her being hangs on two faces of her mind,
one overlooking the essentials and joy of life
as those half-blind eyes reflect what she sees…
is it that Shadow of obsession or power’s  lure
where temptation brews her...

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