Long Cinnamon bark Poems

Embrace The Lines

Vitality marks gently stretch your soft skin beyond the wildest dreams of
beauty unbound where children had once or thrice embraced your womb
the soothing waters cushioning and cradling three miracles three water 
marks engraved...

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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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Letter to a novice poet:

(What modern poetry is for me)

Welcome to the family of budding poets, who pen passion and
meaning or anything life holds for them. Enjoy. Buds will sprout
and blossom over time. No buts...

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Every year someone is always expressing
that Christmas is imperialist, and oppressing
people not of the Christian faith,
That it’s unfairly taken Soltice’s place,
that the historical Jesus was not born
in the last months per Holiday norms,
say ‘Merry Christmas,’...

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as if Monet had planted water lilies in Babylon

          hanging gardens at the heart of a canvas of joy

       ...

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Island of fantasy

No swim wear on Bikini Island after all those testing years
waiting for the hidden radiance to…stop this is reality
I need to escape from where into what or do I when
one flash and blip...

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Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to dream to
meet a girl and more
under the fountain

The “Fountainhead”
on your...

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Her words were mumbled unprovoked and put him through the grinder
minced they were tearing apart they hurt like a dagger so he finally knew
where his heart was dismembered as it stood still one sentence then...

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In perfect rhythm they coupled softened rhymes

Yet they did not adhere to the script and chapter

This will be over in a flash the onlookers assured

You are lacking staying power and our approval


Self appointed hypocrits
 ...

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out of the blue you arrived

not just the usual winter blues

more like permafrost with icicles

piercing all colour out of me

until everything was black


the dogs on my shoulder

a pack of wild hounds

haunting me down 

growling chewing...

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...is the one which speaks to me at the time

               written with heart blood and passion

     ...

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Olive’s Cinnamon Bark

It took her some while to sense the meaning of feeling good in her skin

Her mirror her prism her mosaic glass and the mist on the crystal of time

At first it had appeared...

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... she had nothing much to give as she searched her pockets for gratitude, selfless gifts had made her journey so much easier than she could have ever longed for, invaluable presents from a passionate...

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Universal Dialogue

Tears from fears to cheers
‘you are the moonlight
and cinnamon bark
incense and citrus peel 
in your intimate places.’

(Tai)

‘I am simply a reflection
of your sun in me my places 
are your places
the earth and your soil
is...

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The wind is crisp when clouds cover the 
sun, what passes for warm when clouds 
disappear.

Great oak trees, maple and elm, in full
bare-branched display, before the bud.

Red norway pine, just outside my window, 
enrobed in...

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