Long Corded Poems

Hey lady, memaw. Boy do I have a lot of questions for you. Questions like what's your favorite color? Who's your favorite band? I know you love your rock music. I know you liked Freddy...

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"50 Words for Poe: The Dolphin"  



Like Christmas 
all come at once
So too, to the 5th Dimension 
a motley crew had arrived
They were all now
One Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest
comfortably ensconced 
all behaving like...

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When playtime was over my tiny hands tediously picked up Tyco toys, a fistful of three at a time. "Atta girl," my dad would encourage. This daunting task was heroically spared when his master hands...

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(continued from Part 1)

Two points create a line
A space from two words
And on and on a verse
A poetry line is sound and sense
A dense fabric of many textures & hues
Woven on a temporal loom
With patterns...

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It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.

Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;

Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside 
somewhere,...

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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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The traffic light
delayed us both
Me driving my car
She driving her cart.

The traffic direction changed, rotated,
making black eyes spark annoyed 
as her walk signal failed to appear,
   shrunken mouth twisting crooked 
  ...

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Melancholy  searches of our patches
impending death imminenting danger
ecstatic of tomorrow we sold desolated
Our heart beat no more bathos of hope
the family bell summond us no more
our spirits haunting and hunting of a land
which no...

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In A Place Beyond Time and Space
The 9th Realm, Cradle Of Existence Sacral Untainted Place
A Paradox, An Enigma with no Beginning nor End
Beyond the Ultra Violet Ray Forrest lies the Secret Garden
Where Light Gems Bloom...

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Inspired by Embryonic Journey by Jefferson Airplane (listen to it while you read this!)


On a winter's day 
On a chilly morn'
I'll be mourning	
The loss of a love once lost 
The loss of a love once...

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Written September 28, 2013


On a winter's day 
On a chilly morn'
I'll be mourning	
The loss of a love once lost 
The loss of a love once buried in the frost
At the behest of an angel
She'll come...

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I seem never far flung from thoughts supreme and a my/their/your/importance to things at/of a conscious cramped mind. If thinking is Activity, 
Thoughts, action streams that flow from equal amounts of
"Spirits" aplenty-a necessary catalyst and music, yes
Music...

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Pumping irony through the veins,
  A heart of double entendre quips,
A plasma TV burns remains,
  Deceiving smiles upon the lips.
Smoking guns are hard to find,
  When they don’t exist at all,
Civil riots...

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She wings just under the canopy
of this dense old forest
as we play tag under the trees,
speeding down a deer trail
I draw near and leap
  into a gray oak trunk
and spring to the closest branch,
muscles...

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behind the invisible and locked door Akashic records are re-
corded and monitored (lizards and limbic systems leak fluids) 
as druids sacrifice their lives for the harvest and hum…

the swelling cities ramble and babble
beneath sagging and...

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A seedling is planted.  The strong wind blows.
It bends in the breeze but does not break.
Rain lashes from the sky but still it holds firm to the ground that cradles it.
Life sparks.  Roots...

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Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not
Through progressive ears we're internally sought

We, well we await, we await black drapes
Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create

Strobes through mists, signal our time
Silhouetted shadows appear, it's...

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Amidst a cacophony of sounds, discordant they're not
Through progressive ears we're internally sought

We, well we await, we await black drapes
Lights are our signal, to enjoy their create

Strobes through mists, signal our time
Silhouetted shadows appear, it's...

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He'd glimpse her, the peripheral life of her;
she lived in the corner of his eye.
She passed-by, her face and form - tidal, 
a tug on his shore.

Perhaps she was salt for his blood, spice
for nomadic...

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It’s a bit of a pull running up from Maida Vale
to Saint John’s Wood but my legs feel no pain.

Back then I had corded limbs
that could run on the liquid fuel
of feckless youth. 
Running shoes...

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A curly corded telephone rings in a distant room,
its black Bakelite bulk vibrates behind closed eyes.
An old-time fire-engine parks its flame and brass chassis
inside a cavernous skull, though no conflagration
sets the dark alight.

It is that...

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A massive, arch-shaped hearth of stone,
old shiplap walls of weathered oak,
warm, woolen rugs of corded make,
ancient rocker, it creaks a lot.

Fire consumes thick maple logs,
perched low on a wrought iron gate,
cast shadows flicker on the...

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Escape from thunder and lightning, 
Remain or stay in safe shelter; 
And if you are out on the street, 
Hurry up and run for cover.

Don't get out of the house at least
Half an hour after...

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Scream burn in the corded bridge
take me as I am or not at all.
I am sick, demented
what is, insane?
Super nova burst and created monsters
I am only one.
This world vomits pain and in it I find...

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I lay my dark and spiraled finger 
against pure and corded wildwood,
In the wailing current
of the rich wheels of wilderness,
Before the sonant vesper 
of dreaming by a worshiping colt,
Shielded from sheaths of stone
by a tree...

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