Long Conjugated Poems

I had spent night and day
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upon contemplating how to access 
   a lapsed half century woolworth 
   didst weigh more'n five and dime 
   afore i hove up existential ante
bell and clapper journeys 
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Two Moons

‘I am the Goddess of Hellfire in spitting disguise when I travel alone and 
                   need...

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It was a love that spoke for itself,
as natural as a poem
which grows in a flower
at the end of its rod.
without ever having confessed it,
I have never conjugated the verb to love.

Life goes like this:
we...

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I wasn’t born with a silver spoon,
Neither on the night of full moon,

Yet,
I was showered with their grace,
They were divines in human face,

Nothing in my life I was denied,
They were the ones, who were my...

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I wore "cold" like a too sheer dress that never fit quite right.
And I held tattered unsent love letters like a shield over my chest.
And every time I shivered and my bones cracked, I swore....

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I hate night full of loneliness as no one to play with as my age gets older like the mountain. I suppose to pain joy and happiness on the faces of my family, but nobody...

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fat girl cries
big fat tears
splash
crash
down her chubby cheeks
down her pillar like neck
which was once
much like a swan
now gone

fat girl sighs
big fat sigh...
a heart groan of a sigh
from the empty place inside
where beauty's not allowed to...

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DO YOU NEED A DRESS FOR A HALLOWEEN STROLL?
I MEAN THE PERFECT ONE TO MAKE YOU ROLL?
THEN HEAR ME OUT AND FOLLOW NOT THE WIND:
 AND TRULY YOU SHALL ENJOY THE HALLOWEEN.

 A MOUTH WITH...

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“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.

Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?

Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?

We believed you.
We trusted...

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SEEING FROM THE OTHER SIDE

For years, one has entertained the notion
That nations and cultures can always mix
There are customs and appearances, true
Some might close their eyes, as many do
Also their ears, as language can play...

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You keep me grounded
to the soil of my soul
reminding me again
that my words matter
that they help scatter
misconceptions
making connections
pathways to inner places
leaving conjugated traces
of emotional bleeds
and epiphanies

you keep me grounded
when nothing pulls me back
and I float...

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There have never been a day
as dark as yours
There have never been a night
as sleepless as yours

Let those who mourn mourn aloud
For this is a time to cry
Let those who weep weep aloud
Till their voice...

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They Are the Best

Many times I wondered whether or not
All my precious poems I have sought
Would a poet laureate make me one day
Of either state or our country, it just may.

An artistic poet someone once...

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Which social travail must we suffer
Food banks and rampant inflation
Hunger and energy poverty
go hand in hand
We have our Hitler beasts again
Putin in the Ukraine
and discordant Politicians
Chameleon  Boris
and unscripted budget Liz Truss
and a PM who...

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Poetry is the art of expression,
like a magnet attracts the poles,
poetry attracts my feeble heart,
till the feeling of lust surpasses love,
till the meaning of love becomes lust,
making me connected like the Siamese,
interconnection like blood vampires,
a...

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Aggravation waited.
Health always debated.
Material things created.
Mental capacity unstated.
History always elated.
Final breath is fated.
Future is overrated.
Partners never sated.
Love cannot be slated.
Compassion will be desecrated.
Desire falsely translated.
Life is overly stated.
From the day we are created.
While we are...

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