Long Convergent Poems

futures cavort below the horizon
  an expectant dawn glows, duly announcing the first born arrival
  tomorrow then forward smiles, feeling good
  half planned momentous moment, ordering fate, shaping survival

  surf wave...

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Our convergent joint
The rallying  point
Mecca to the Pastors and Sisters
Jerusalem to the “Alhajas and Alfas”
Refuge to the weak
Shield to the strong
Nowhere on campus like our building

Life made more lively
Added  life to the lifeless...

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Introducing my roommate Leong to my Saturday morning cartoon binge habit proved to be one of my BEST ideas EVER. She’s a very animated watcher, frequently laughing, gasping in horror and, in the end, delighted...

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The patina of dew dazzled on my drenched meadow,
charismatic crystals crowning the convergent verdance
sprinkled your essence in million sparkles of motif,
a tapestry I had spread on the precinct of my heart.

I thought that was what...

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Ripples of gawk and gaze splendour,
at one’s fingertips eternally,
cornucopia an instant dream float,
golden gust garner without rein,
indulgent Pysche extract from nirvana,
but voyage of the quadrille quill,
on impact whilst a glittering weave,
admission of luxurious  environment,
a...

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Rhapsody of rainbow 
morphs into morose mélange
of shredded exuberance,
bleeding colors 
bleached from collapsed cloud
of twilight zone 
embroidered by sunset spectrum,
profoundly permeate 
as ingrained blemish 
the lilac lattice
of the broken heart,
the sordid shades of blue 
paint...

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I’m in a mental drought
My mind is empty, my hearts beating
No! Happiest in my soul
My feet sore, no place to go;
I’m happiest when I’m convergent
Penning a verse, whispering a phrase
Yet the poet’s hands are tied
As...

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in the east, while a nation or caste grows up
with own creeds, cultures, lifestyle
at the same time in the west
another nation or caste
grows up with own thoughts

in this world
there are prevailed
many cultures, paths, beliefs, creeds

every...

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the cynosure of the crystal night sky,
convergent to your unrivaled beauty
from far on the ground
the beauty I cannot count

I to me- a fresh skeleton of hackneyed ashes
barren field of all love,
grey yard of the cut...

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this still, a world of submissive? 
a mans' world with a woman's' 
decision... 

politically and socially charged... 
a mans' game...a woman's' remorse... 

...her choice...her love of course...

She observed the many failures, 
unwilling to test the...

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The sun was sporting a radiant yellow,
with headlong pause, upon entering her space.
Tanned and serene, cheered by warm fellow,
Larissa’s slightly demure, emanating grace,
framed in the joyful shine of bittersweet tangelo.

Sungaze tints her bucolic gown, each...

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At the end of my tunnel I use to see the light.
It was built not with rock but with thick vines green and bright.

I could see my path it was there I always walked,
sometimes I...

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I weave a narrative of unspeakable taboo, a symphony of sighs and groans, a cacophony of defiled innocence.

Your body, a temple of decadence, a sanctum of sadomasochistic excess, where the strictures of societal mores are...

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It’s hard to keep on writing
when you know your words
never reach quite deep enough—
fail again to plumb prosaic depths
and render speechless those of
greater wit and skill.  

But now and then I’ve managed,
when struck with...

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Turned then to tools of bequest
soliciting endurance, not love's voice
and so the prime deliverance turned invoice
is thus provisions entity, survivor's hoist!

Fighting for identity, man's poise
becomes a sheer resentment posting less
agreement to life's beauty so unnerved
as...

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Two drifting hearts 
pining to be one,
hover on the convergent surge 
of the winds of yearning.
Once fused, the primal passion 
drives their propulsion,
taking them to the carnal heights 
of cosmic longing,
consummated in celestial silence.

At the...

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A letter To Robert Frost
Dear Mr. Frost or Bob, as the occasion might be lent
We are happy to report a world still turning wild
There are still two roads divergent in the woods
Prevailing, waiting for others...

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Ordained kaleidoscopic turn of the time wheel,
the vacillating vista of life’s lattice designed
on mindscape mimicking chameleon skin colors
of the wasteland ash or the meadow emerald.

Convergent vision zooming on diffused dreams,
glances at the tapestry of transient...

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IVORY FLAKES

As one hand gives, the other takes
Laundry can be both a task and joy
Yet when an imposition, can annoy
And all remaining respect, destroy
Washday is not merely Ivory Flakes 

Clean those clothes, for all our...

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Throughout the ages myriad eyes meet in convergent gaze,
drawn to Him who stilled the storm,
who, even now, in face of death, shows calm serenity.
What men are these who gathered here, would seek to comprehend
such tokens,...

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around
And Around
Convergence news chirality
Convenient use hue rainbow chronology carnality
Fast tracks flashbacks
New convergent reality
Hypocritical political
Around and around
Tangent stanger truth is not fiction
Again realities convictions
Fantasies detention
Why does my spirit soul are mine so hurt?
Reason I'm in a...

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A Deconstruction

I speak of nothing but 
destruction
Buttered prose; a mere 
distraction
Recited when the flux lines 
froze

Resolved, I became a fraction
Convergent series; no inflection
Crossed divisors as I pleased

I would grasp imagination
With fingertips; resignation
Not once would cross...

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