Long Contoured Poems

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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Eu-e,
Eu-e-e,
Eu-e,
Bucky Fuller Big Bang.

U-C,
U-C-A-G,
U-C,
ribonucleic acid.

Yang-Yin,
Yang-Yin-Yin,
Yang-Yin
Bucky Fuller Big Brain

My Friend Bucky Fuller
came down to me today.
He said,
"Lao-tse's Time
grows not-not binomial
radiates fore
and gravitates aft
Space and Time
poetry as rhyme
Convex and Concave!"

My Friend Rumi Gloomy
said to me today,
"When you...

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My Battlefield cry 

I've never felt so alone,
Stood on a battlefield no army I stand alone, 
Staring straight at the enemy in front of me
This enemy is not stood alone it holds the monopoly over...

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As the midnight
  sun cries sweet honey,  
the mourning moon
 croons caramelized deceit,  
like toffee-speckled leaves,  
whistling bewitching myths,  
seducing silenced silhouettes,  
engrossed in tangerine temptations,  
and mundane...

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She smiled at him, from a distance.
Imagination, betraying trust.
Mesmerized; he moved towards her.
His heart was racing, his mind.

Looked liked she landed from heaven.
Wearing a yellow skirt, red tops.
And a laced white jacket over her,
Perfect bosom
Her...

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I am a wood carver by instinct and intuition;
I am not a wood carver by trade or profession.
I carve the likenesses of things into something whole,
Into the shapeless wood, I carve the essence of its...

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Of Waters Upon Skin

Tormented nights has become my only source to stay alive
Nights passing without love… without dreams
No more in reality may I find comfort to breathe to survive
With without the curse, I’m only to...

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In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the undernourished look on a frugal diet
Decidedly austere for a longer...

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(for Jon Accomando)

mine was the last generation to be spanked. sensuous and real, w/ corporal punishment— at
least you felt something.
sadly, it too has been corrupted.
in the new violence no one raises a hand— eyebrows and...

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Inspired by song "Mystery Of The Heart" 
of Hughes Turner Project (Album 1)


In the flushing garden path 
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn 
held us within the sequined mist 
of the...

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The sparkling dawn lighted up my heart’s horizon, 
spread the sunburst colors of yearning
on the fervent garden blooming with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face.

The patina of rose flushed your cheeks,
glittering with the...

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That was then….
When the tapestry of contentment enveloped 
the enthralled expanse exhilarated,
of the sensuous sky called life. 
When the fervent flight was friendly 
for the esoteric essence to fly fearless 
near and far like a...

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37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love...

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Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos 
Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, 
Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and batmobiles...
A topcoat of my father's snickerdoodle smiles sowed...

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He laid next to her, incognizant and numb.
His skin once blanche white and smooth, now almost mustard color.
Sickle shape impressions were on his cheeks and chin, an obvious telling sign of the effects of the...

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L i f e
a prison of pretense
and I still dream of
walking through tempests of chaos
barefoot,
allowing stones and pebbles
to tattoo my languid skin with love in lilac,
as ashes of yesterday
erase the thunder marks
that struck my spine
in...

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Yes, I know, it hurts real bad
Yes, I know, we do not really need it
But then, in a man's world
Even if we do need to be a feminist

Why, a waxing does make us, women, glad
A...

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My pregnant psyche labors over words
and somber fetuses embalmed in ink.
A restless scribble knots my burdened nerves
with these encrypted ciphers I can't grasp.
Interpretations drip from severed tongues,
absurd perceptions form a distant mood.

My prying, inquisition probes...

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Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "No StrangerTo Love"

The sparkling dawn lights up 
my heart’s ebony horizon, 
spreads the sunburst colors of yearning
in the fervent garden, 
blooming with my love,
swathes the facsimile of your floral face.

In...

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.
The child, the crow and the old man

A solitary crow on stilted tree was perched
An ugly black bird with beady eyes that searched
For carrion across the shady contoured scape
Where glimpsed a bent and shadowy shape

A...

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In the flushing garden path 
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn 
held us within the sequins of sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured 
in the crimson curves of cloud,
but not for...

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In the flushing garden path 
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn 
held us within the sequins of sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured 
in the crimson curves of cloud,
but not for...

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I Exist.

What if one day you woke up only to discover your whole life was a dream?,
You were never really here.
Is it the feeling of being ignored?
The feeling that my self esteem might have been...

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swan song
.
you made my world bigger
then smaller
then so large 
i did not know east from west
as i stood so alone 
in the middle of desire 
and that proverbial non-place…
wantonness
.
i showed you boats on the water
and...

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