Long Churned up Poems

The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly wrapped round faces
cries of "get up there" ringing out
bawling calves...

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I struck out on my own around a year old
life was so full of fun, so many things with
which to play, a leaf scuttling by, a rustle
in the undergrowth. I was enthralled.

I stood on a...

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Vertical Sea

Arise horizons tell us what you see
Vertical rain comes on high wave conclusions adrift in mist
Fortunes waiting out on the sea for men who come in ships
So much rain came in from all directions...

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For Ian Diddams and my Dad

So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to worry
He was quite deaf to her fears
Her futile protestations fell
On...

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Perhaps being something of a contrarian and historian
I like to spend Sunday mornings playing American Top Forty reruns on the oldies station
because I enjoy the songs and stories related to me by Kemal Amin Kasem

Also...

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I sigh
long and sad
    for I have years and
lifetimes
          and oceans of sadness
to let go  of 
from  d e e p...

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I loved that old man. 
A weirdo, and the biggest snob 
I have ever seen,  in my entire life.
 
To be honest, 
he is the stingiest person 
that ever tried to present me 
in...

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I sigh
long and sad
     I have years
lifetimes
           oceans of sadness
to let go . . . 
from  d e e p...

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ORIGINS

I
It began in the dank basement of the Thallasic column
steeped in abyssal brine of a thousand supernovae
so much alchemic sludge churned up, expelled by the co-tidal vice into the epeiric sea
 
A million points of...

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In churned up soil the poppy rose 
On top of death, still steadily grows 
And in our minds we see the crosses 
That lie in rows and count our losses 

Blood that drips from tiniest...

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Seeing a rare flamingo on our favorite beach…so far away from her home
is so special…so magnificent…so wonderful…it deserves a second poem.

When we returned the next morning to take a walk along shore 
we found the...

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I do not wish to proffer an explanation 
What I wish to do is stand still a moment
Whilst you now observe me

I have this vantage point

Aware yet blind to perspective
We both presume
What I hope to...

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Strewn on the shoreline, as I walk along the beach
Bits and pieces of life forms, churned up from beneath
Shells, jellyfish, crustaceans, even sea anemones
What was alive yesterday, lays shredded in the weeds

Hard to fathom what...

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These days, actors and singers serve my catapult mayhem, 
sometimes they are catalyst too!
I sing in between their lines of songs
their churned up recorded whims, hums, and candid cataracts! 
And some days, whence things get...

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A rushing wind
	roaring strong
across broad land
	bearing all away

black clouds overhead
	like rolling hillsides are
monochrome colors lost
	a barren landscape seen

jagged lightning flashes down
	as mighty thunder roars
a cannonade of the gods
	sharply strikes the land

sharply slashes hard raindrops down
	as...

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In the landscape of entangled existence,  
we traversed life on the path of no essence.
Ego chasing the mirage of endless desire,
wandering cynical in wasteland made us tire. 

Vanity and craving innately compulsive,
distorted the ethos...

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Will Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again?

The wrath of nature shows it face, in cherry-blossom land
Where the Tsunami spewed salt water, and churned up piles of sand
As it wiped out people, like a scathe cutting grass
But this...

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I attended three sermons in a row 
In the neighborhood church on Jackson.

Tear dropped there too, on the quran of mine, sky-blue colored
And on the cover of the hymn prayer book, it strangely rhymed.

Sermon, 
On...

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Strewn upon the shoreline, as I traipse along the beach
       Bits and pieces of life forms, churned up from beneath
        Shells, jellyfish,...

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Salam wrote a letter, O my beloved motherland
Rafik wrote his letter to you, 
And Barkat did that too
We could not mourn in oblivion, for all, they
Still, they will never be  forgotten, they sacrificed
Never to...

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Worn wood, chipped paint, cartilage of rust
Salt air from sea churned up like dust
Fine moisture spray, steep emerald swell
Liquid folds to crush a creaking shell

I just want you to speak again
I just want you to...

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In the sky the moon is but a sliver.
Amidst pondering thoughts I begin to shiver.
Something's there stirring from deep within.
Mingling around the contents of this lonely den.
A shadow is casting there upon the wall.
Peering over...

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Dripping emotions end




                  When dripping emotions end up in stare,
        ...

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An empty closet and cliffhanger
A gift to little George,
A member of Windsor Castle.

Mood, over mindfulness , 
They are riverine songs
Moody, churned up
Uncertain and floral
Rejoicing whence
The turbid and morbid
Glum and glee
And a morn and
A corn
These all...

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Then, they were but thirteen.
It was about Freedom.
Blazing trails in cold haze.
Sailing away breezin.
See a fade on airwaves.
In tune with the season.
Through a sheer picture frame,
Shines, clear light of Reason.

Yet, are they not concerned
What effects...

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