Long Commingle Poems

Present wedded bliss haint no touchstone...

Circa ~ late spring/ early summer 1978
twas at behest of Harriet Harris,
thus due credit mother dearest
(she long since passed away)
who tried, to bribe, coax, exhort...
(protracted effort not all in vain),
cuz...

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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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Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
A collaboration with Susan Ashley
 
 
Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste


Bright heaven's night skies, in your eyes once were,
agleam they glittered, gems as...

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Yours truly never heard, seen, no lies
particularly when alone
facing my (pushing up daisies) demise,
without pretense nor guise,
he honestly decries
smelled, tasted, nor touched, any size,

and essentially knew nothing besides
ancient fruit grown in Japan
for past 1,000 years...

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"Sweetheart, your lips the only honey I will taste"..

Bright heaven's night skies, in your eyes once were,
agleam they glittered, gems as you danced free;
my darling, sad you once thought I loved her
oh how that sexy...

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originally my intent to expound on memories 
   when paternal grandfather erode
out to said residence, and averse to expand horizons 
   asthma late mum didst goad
him (in vain) to commingle, find...

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Please don't tell
About the ashes now

Lips on lips
Sips on sips
Each other we eclipse
Mounting far and far
We are now  shooting stars

In every rise
There is a fall
After every call
However tall
There is a silence

We don't
Embrace present and...

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Still,
Of her father
Even after hair in her armpit
After her four years sojourn in our citadel
With puberty wearing her a beautiful toga
She remains in the shadows of her father.

Of a Mary, 
The father’s virgin
Slim, willowy and...

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IN THE ARK OF GOD

Chicanery dancing to the rhythm of praise
Treachery preaching to the lost souls 
Betrayal ringing bell of service
Deceit clapping hands to the most high
Insidious schemes shouting Hallelujah
Cupidity for offering speaks in tongues.

Yet,...

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I ogled through the open Atelier,
  And chance into a spacious grotto,
  Wanting to carry out an exploration of voodoo kingdom,
  I made a pact with my kinetic limbs,
  On they...

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As the dusk beacons
And the night commingle with the day   
Confusion rented the air 
It was an un-endless arrival of him we await
He it the one, King Solomon

Solomon’s Eve unlock her feelings
She wept...

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His thoughts go off like bombs inside his mind,
so deafening, so poisonous, so doomed
to thrash against a dam of memories
that take him back to hopeful yesterdays.
His thoughts will shout but never make a sound,
his mind...

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The so silent quiet depths out of which
all of my so secret passions do imbue
onto my landscape they transform into
colorful cosmos of kaleidoscopes and
ideas falling evenly through the chasm.

And as if that weren’t quite enough...

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Your words travel the globe
machine to device,
wire to line.
Captured I am in adoration.

The syllables stand bare,
without shame or embarrassment,
perfection in form and verse.
Lustfully, I dwell on your arrangements.

But I am not satisfied!
Pixels do not quench...

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Morning knocks on us
As I commingle with him,
My mentor ,with dread of poetic locks
With God, not of them became parts
For my thoughts still shrouded of secrecy.

Of no count are them
Drinking from the calabash of ignorance
Ascribing...

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The lucid stereo vomits archetypes
For all ages. Primitive vengeance escapes into light,
Blanketing the fables spread upon pages,
Hushed voices commingle into a murmur of fright.

Unto goblets raised, we praise scoundrels
Whom were dined with gods who've since...

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A pageant of seasonal beauty
Unfurls amongst deciduous trees.
Tawny leaves morph into reds and golds,
Unique to any artist's palette.
Muse to poets, sculptors, and painters,
Nature’s art inspires masterpieces. 

Color plays out like a rhapsody
Of subtle notes; in...

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You try to dismiss those feelings
you've hidden deep within your heart.
Yet, you dream of a fantasy
where lust is an integral part.

Innocence and sin commingle,
often blending in silhouette.
And although opposing shadows,
they converge with little regret.

Angels share...

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Pastel panels of color,
like cobbled bricks of sunlight
pave the walk with abstract art.

And the artist's brilliant brush
encapsulates a hallmark
moment, where beauty prevails.

Oranges and blues commingle,
as a mix of sun and sea
collaborate on each hue.

Its familiarity
warrants...

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I loved you from the very first day
Amidst the noise of dish and tray
And the people that attached to them
For I was caught up in this hymn-

A song written solely of brown
And I began to...

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Between us no line exists-
sans demarcation of where you end
and I begin.
Your lips caress my neck
sinking through flesh 
to converge with spine – 
no boundaries.
We together are miscible, 
at all levels
melting into each other, 
in...

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Now sat among the debris of the day
confused and helpless as a child at birth,
his senses pounding hard within his frame -
mixed messages of equilibrium.
All frames of reference cast into a jar,
commingle as a coalescent...

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The night draws dusk to it
like a child hugs a pet.
And for a brief moment,
they commingle as one. 

A wisp of a moon hangs
low on the horizon.
And slowly rises like
a ghostly memory.

Colors blend with shadows
as...

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Logos of a lyric poet 
gleans the page, so white. It’s the 
esurient exponent of 

heart and mind. How I 
wish I could be his reader, instead 
I choose to write about--

this childish yellow butterfly,...

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