Long Chorusing Poems

I am sitting down with my pen,
in a faraway land
For many days, I recalled my memories,
That faded with poor calories
I want to share the aesthetic childhood
spent in the lap of a maternal knighthood.

They are my...

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And when it ends suddenly, unexpectedly,
You start to count.
First on the days, then the hours - then
Just counting until 100
Then
Beginning            again.

The dead find their...

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An adrenaline rush like no other
Fear, anxiety and pressure on an accelerated course together
A need to perform, a need to please
Beads of sweat roll down his sleeve
Players in waiting call out to him
Making his heart...

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Destitute is the productive, empty lives 
                         who Garner the plain...

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It was a day in the season of mists,
All were rejoicing as there came the day of feasts
Slowly and steadily the day approached
And my mother sat concerned on her couch
She sat there for hours lost...

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I ogled through the open Atelier,
  And chance into a spacious grotto,
  Wanting to carry out an exploration of voodoo kingdom,
  I made a pact with my kinetic limbs,
  On they...

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For teaching me of unknown paths
For hinting to me of fogs at feet
For reminding me of sunrise tea
For showing me both ink stain and light rain

For simply savoring the simple life

For illustrating the service of...

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In the dominion of two,
orange and yellow songs of birds
chorusing back from their citrus grove.

On the slate terrace
pools of last night´s rain:
by breeze-whim
they give back red blossoms, then
chunks of sky again.

Across the valley cloud shadows...

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june tenth and Saturday night
The pool temp is eighty eight
The fishpond's a theatre 
Of gobbling goldfish
Under the sputtering flickering bug light
A feeding frenzied delight
As mosquitoes fall out of flight
There's the hint of a breeze
caressing bare...

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Breathe
                                  ...

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