Long Compass point Poems

Climbing from the sands, velociraptors turn as one
Triceratops and stegosaurs arise to share the fun
And then they march en masse toward that briny maelstrom
And Adam Adams yells, “They’re heading back where they came from!”

Suddenly, so...

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yeah, right ...
do you really think I believe that?
that I'll swallow that pill?
look at the damn lines on this brow ...
do you think they were etched
by happenstance??
not even CLOSE, sweetheart
I earned those ragged rivulets one-by-one
and...

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On a shattered pebble beach my kernel,
becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani,
that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso,
but terms like briny carrageen sea sweep gain purple...

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Don't ! Ask the sun, where we were
hidden, perhaps, in that caffeine moment.
And, pondering on the empty space ! 
Don't ever say, the visual became clear
as the silver dropped, to the deep floor
like that broken...

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Acciaccatura

And filled with stars and the land
A pale gentle hand turned the hourglass 
Of my soul

Stalking the alabaster moon 
I rejoined once more
Those who follow the dream

Cutting through crests 
Time the scythe of a barque
Treads...

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High Tide Returns

Once he sailed the fast Clipper of his heart
A mariner over blessed waves
Once on a fathom sea of womanhood
He drew water 
To each compass point in her eyes
His sails were prayers 
Laid in...

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iv.


within genesis, 
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis 
the water rippled as I slipped, 
silently screaming 
into this dazzling stream 
called...

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We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow 
 of a nascent union. 
Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers 
over the rose inside my heart,
shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire,
gliding through the...

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I want to peer through tomorrow’s eyes.
Not a thing already old,
not a yesterday word
only temporarily paroled
from a moribund dictionary.

These words
newly dead now for millenniums.
Words old enough to have echoed from Eve
as she howled
from her guttural...

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Upon the broad open prairies of possibilities
each compass degree direction calls to freedom
every nascence in the hope of dreams lingers
predicting natures ever present connections

No need to ponder an ideals rejection
unencumbered by expectation
footsteps lost in the...

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Hold and veer revolved career, the way by man alone on trails unknown, across
trackless stone, to follow where? across prairie’s bare! traveling light with bellies 
tight, on rocky shores its lore was sure, to follow,...

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Black Powder Dreams

Vast o’ the seas carry forth desperations 
Lives cast aside in the faces of war
Rotted wood planks, salted skin aspirations
Wind tattered sails bound of endless explore

Black powder dreams aft the end quarter season
Cannons...

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Santa could you help me out, I’m in a dozen shades of doubt
Half the world is ‘weapons out’, all the rest just scream and shout
“Don’t do this and don’t do that, would you kindly pause...

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There's a place on the globe that everyone's heard
and the place is 'God knows where',
but instead of a phrase God gave it a word
and the word is 'Solitaire'
At each compass point lies blistering sand
under blue...

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But turn one compass point in your heart
and so to the palpitations of love
cause life to burgeon as if it be from the rod of Aaron
lay root imperceptible of ages
such foundation resolute

To her tender hands...

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It whispered
From afar its sutble tones lay
On a bed of acceptance
Pillows tossed away the heat
Competing against the harsh winter
Where grey found its way
And south was the compass point

A mane that once tested wind
Now lay among...

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Revelation to a nation
as you buy a ticket
to your final destination

“Coach class!”
said Balaams’ ass
“can you not see
you cannot pass”?

Insight into man’s plight
an answer perhaps
for the harvests’ blight

Nothing new that is not skew
twisted words
‘bout the innocent...

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