Long Collages Poems

I know this may surprise some of you.
Not all.
It’s not going to surprise my besties.
But for others,
Let me be the bearer of a
Little surprise nugget of
Information.
I am OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE.
Some of my obsessions are:
Have as many...

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One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was often much fun. Other platypuses did not realise how much...

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when i was a kid , a notorious one, i used to turn the world upside down
to calm me down my mother  taught me the art of poetry, though it still remains a mystery
but...

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He ignored the warning signs and moved carefully forward and backward

In the rocking chair of swept memories and went for a wild white knuckle ride 

Swayed but not faltering although he swung like a junky...

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I still wonder the life and the meaning of it
The reason why I belong here...
The struggle, the humiliation
And the pain of smiling when tears are yet to fall.
Walking in the shadows of fear
I still wonder...

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Hazy pictures were displayed
Old oaken frames contained them
Hanging slight off kilter right
  The walls littered like leaves in autumn lawns
Grandma keeps glimpses of every leaf pile we made

Remember that Day?  Indepence Day, we...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
   to charcoal-cooled coals 
    etching...

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Never a crescent but opalescent
This globe, suspended and always present
And the Wolf cannot be flesh or bone
In this void in time's dim desert zone

The Wolf drinks water by frozen moonlight
Tween slurps She's panting with all...

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Old magazines, pictures that pose;
Junk cluttering, ready-to-throw;
Stray offerings for scrapbook close;
I'm selecting new collage flow.

Flip each page here, tear picture pacts;
A nice neat stack, stray page with poise;
Beauty that steers, pieces of tact;
Sift pile and...

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Obdurate goat tangles rough knotted rope
Stuck beside shadowy friend, Silky Oak
Hedonistic prisoner capricorn, cheap trope
Ethics remain riddle, morals mere joke


Towered timber utters truth in its creak
Canopy clapping hands crush recollection 
Billion fingered Silky Oak, silver...

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Oh, What Is Life?
(Written for  Kay Collier McLaughlin-With gratitude to Thomas Merton)———
What?  What is life?
No concise, assuaging answer comes.
For there are no stepping stones outside
For a clear, examining view...
Except, perhaps, to wander through
Our...

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How cutely and compactly you fasten,
My shirt and coat and make me smart looking;
Could I fancy my woolen coat open,
For a chilly cold wave to break us through?
How a bit decoration on you change,
Shirt or...

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For ages, probably for prolonged ages
They have been waiting for the ecstatic pearl
Collages of pomegranates  in bends and edges
Are on the toes to get into the whirl

For ages and ages the two hungry clouds
Have...

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Down the pine-studded mountain and towards the sea
Me, mounted on a rickety, swaying, desperately-desiring bus,
Floorboard splotched with rusted holes revealing
tires
Below my feet 
and salted sea wind soon
Breathing down my neck.

The Luzon day stretched before me,...

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He was a writer, a fighter, an old-timer word rhymer
Always thought free verse was asinine
He was the queerest, the dearest, the tear in your beer-est
and he was one Tolkien over the line

He was archaic, prosaic,...

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Milk and honey flow?
Do gems and jewels glow?
Are lions tender and mild?
Is a tiger like a child?
Is this the ninth cloud?
Or a joy shroud?
Hyperopia?
Utopia?

What an aspiration in me!
This heavenly place to see!
Desperately I walked far......

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The box of sparkly dreams sends out its streams
to each of us in visions of reality
to take the place of our own real dreams, 
and to suck out the art and creativity
that we all possess...

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I paint picture that schemes my changeable collages that clogs my drainage mind and my visions of my exploration thats a standstill it's a working in progress never no movements or exceeding always messy and...

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INSTRUMENTAL
       Love is music
      and instrument,
        when we play...

        MOON
...

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