Long Citric Poems

My little silver shooting star,
such energy you do possess:
A chilling, silky elegance, 
from you, I would expect no less.

You twirl about me gracefully,
illuming, as I lay you down.
The planets play a raggish tune
while diamonds jive...

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Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?

So you a prophet poet, regular Marley...

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~ Oh tender Heaven's Helix, ~

I wait for you on hilltop high!
The morning bulb has just awoke.
How shall you grace today's blue sky?

				The wind comes rushing fervently
				and marks the air with whistling rings.
				It brings forth...

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A Quiet Place  



A quiet place 
Where I knew not pain 
Where innocence reign  
Lost in a field of flowers 
Chasing butterflies 
Blowing bubbles 
Collecting rocks 

Waiting for you 
Staring through the peep...

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The world's a grand kaleidoscope
comprised of shuffled scenery.
It shares its everlasting grace
as we walk amongst its majesty.

Green geysers sprout from earthen springs
with herbal shards as ornaments.
The blossoms of the world parade
to the joy of floral...

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I gave up breakfast
Not because I needed
To lose girth
Nor any extra
Avoirdupois

Nor because the time wasted
In feeding
Could have been better 
Used
To solve the problems of the
Universe

Not because the eggs 
Are high cholesterol
And the chicken sausage
Created from
Hapless...

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Dewdrops stream down boisterous 
children’s freckle-strewn mischievous dials,
as they dash in cartoon costume faux denim
apparel amidst the pale yellow sunlight glare.
Marble stone button twiddle on a blue
rinse wrinkle t-shirt,
Sumptuous  ice cream raspberry blobs
tantalise the...

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The Lorax is on top,
I wish it would stop.
All these bad and good memories,
of me and you.
The trees are all green,
and the water (like me) is blue.
The tree's tongues are tied,
and twisted,
searching for the place,
where...

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i prepared a simple supper
but with great love i cooked 
that main meat of refined wheat
durum semolina, traded as rotini

an Italian pasta to go with beef, a grace
from a Canadian cow grazed in prairie grass,
spiced...

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Horrendous Fruit

“Ah my eyes!” the acid sprays,
From the knobbly whorled display,
Of the thickened orange skin,
Pith and citric acid akin.

I take a bite of segmented fruit,
Cells explode and sour does too,
My eyes fall closed, My faces...

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If night had memory, you would be
Soaked in darkness, a refusal of light,
Imprinted permanently, a flower etched in
Snow. I caught your lunar lip in a
Orchard of arrived song. I hold you
As the darkness does. Without...

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You taste like honey coated love
And I am sweet on you,
And your heavenly musk
You taste like the most flavoursome
Citric tangy fruit,
Your the sweetest taste, ain’t that the truth
You remind me of the fresh morning dew,
You...

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I know the land where the lemon- tree flowers,

I have seen it's pretty blooms

And it has the fresh clean scent of you,

I've seen the pretty lemon citric fruit,

I love it's taste and its flavour

In the...

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Do not leave me ! -
I am repeating, as a prayer,
I dissolve, melt away in you,
Do not leave me !
Some ships go to a bottom somewhere, 
The storms and the hurricanes of a life are...

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Sun-sweet
Sun-sweet,

I plucked your stem not for your taste,
but for the way you looked at me
when I strolled by on harvest day,
as you hung from flourished citric tree.

Sun-sweet
Sun-sweet,

I wouldn't dream of hurting you.
Why must one peel...

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One of the guest star of the dazzling celebration
Stands in a white lace tablecloth decorated table
Colorful flowers serve as eye catching attraction
Watering the taste buds of the present guests

Vanilla and dark chocolate swirls in the...

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I sat staring at the rotted fruit

Smelt the fetid citric scent

The blackened bananas

And mould covered plums

The soggy pears say their time is done

And as I sit reflecting on the fruit

I think of how this seems...

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Bliss with a kiss
A moment in time with a prick
in the arm and a rush
of confusion and infusion.
Opiate racing through my
circulation. It’s horrific 
bliss with heroin’s kiss
My nose is itchy, and my tongue
is dry. Stomach...

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This love of which I dream, covetous 
Of waking hours and the sweet knell of tangled sleep; 
Criss-crosses swords upon my ribs, 
Carve symbols aphrodisiac into my flesh so deep. 
That I can only pray...

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