Long Cloistered Poems

"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as snow, 
not young, getting on,
tiny flecks of grey

the dove 
alone,...

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"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect 
strings of silk 
in the air

glistening diamond nets
slick and sticky...

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NO PART OF THE WORLD (Part 1)


Have you read Jesus words at John 17:16?

Referring to his disciples he said
"They are no part of THE WORLD, just as I am no part of THE WORLD"

What could...

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Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,                    ...

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“The Seance” 

It was macabre you see,
we were all summoned,
and therefore found ourselves
in the front parlour of Ballylee;

In our dreams
we thought we were poets
of fabulous notoreity, 
the head ghoul set us straight on that.

The planchette...

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"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back of my spoon

the feed they found,
passed the disingenuous time;
some found...

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You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right,
Who could have...

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"Love My Way"

Ghosts read the walls like braille in this place
it’s a macabre dance with the past and the petulant future
it romances them away from the let-it-be moments
on repeat heavenly tortured in the evermore never-give-up

they...

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On wooden cross, The Christ was nailed;
His Spirit tossed, painful death sailed...

The centurion's lance pierced His side;
In sure fashion, blood water strides.

The Christ was gone from the grim earth;
Limp body forlorn waiting new birth.

His empty...

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Argh...fresh out of reading material!

Hence... what better opportunity, I aver with zeal
presented to one local everyman token schlemiel
keystone state (Pennsylvania) three score lifelong
trumpeting resident in United States commonweal
experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms I feel

plenti linkedin with...

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YESHUA
His name was Yeshua, the legitimate, not immaculate,
scion of a young Jewish couple named Miriam and Yosef and surely
a brown-haired, brown-eyed Middle-Eastern man, sun-bathed and beige,
raised in the traditions of Abraham and Moses, David and...

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Friendliness equals self sustaining positive feedback fruit loop

My humble apology
for inducing thee
to manure yourself 
thru figurative following poop,
best flushed down the toilet 
of the behavioral sink
why yours truly wretchedly reaches out
cuz I never experienced popularity...

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HE WAS NEVER A CHRISTIAN!

His name was Yeshua, the legitimate, not immaculate,
scion of a young Jewish couple named Miriam and 
Yosef and surely an olive-skinned, brown-haired, brown-eyed
Middle-Eastern man of medium height, raised in the traditions...

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for King Wen, circa 1151-1143 B.C.E. – with seven mind-bending kowtows

There where you had no occasion for play
There in your confined Ming I space
Where change wrought no change
In your fate
But for those plagued by your...

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She held her mother’s hand
As tears made their way
Down the face called
“Exquisite, beautiful, charming”…
The face that had been her comfort

She could not absorb the pain in her words
“Nothing…I feel...nothing
If I could only feel a little...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
...

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Voluntary unconditional surrender woke...,

Viz hitting yours truly,
when yokel egghead doth jinx
whereby ye cannot comprehend figurative
wimpy vainglory, unequivocally, tectonically,
smoldering resentments I stoke,

he doth bare his soul no joke,
no matter insight doth severely challenge
cyber surfing passersby, who...

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A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery

			I

I led her
Her silent leg-irons cutting into my shins
That day when the air stood still
Dry as the day perhaps on the hill
					when he spoke standing still
Drier still my...

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My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong. 
As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep.

My...

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In crowded rooms I saw you but feared to say hello,
So I never invited you round for tea, instead I just wallow, 
In this life without love, I know not of what I have lost,
And...

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Cloistered within the restroom stall
eavesdropping on my peers
soft whispers echo off tiled walls
revealing secrets, hidden tears

Somehow this restroom has become
a sordid confessional booth
a place of refuge, safe for some
to air their inner truth

Co-workers cluster, confiding...

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In the Church, I met a woman quite old,
Bending under the weight of years.
I wonder what made her steal my attention. 
Was it her struggle to hold back her tears?

Despite her frail stooping figure
She seemed...

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Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle;
fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble -

To wit:

- the half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me.

Far far ready to say maybe to love;
moved in half-dream to...

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An abandoned cottage holds
                           remnants of secrets unexplored.
 ...

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Not that folks out there are keeping score--
But I envision myself as something... more

However, the main obstacle getting in my way
Is predicting what could go wrong every day

Particularly because I tend to be strait-laced
No place...

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