Long Corollas Poems

Under the cathedral of infinity, stretched above lost dreams,
I do nothing with my life but romanticize and decay in indecision,
I weave dreams from the ethereal threads of the moon and drape them with the charm...

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A tradesman’s son and temple secrets die
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.

Contempt delivered their first child perfect,
your childhood gauntlet galvanized neglect.

A mother’s son and her abuse still lie
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.

Too...

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I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather
From your verse the voice, to align it with my own song,
May words flow in a magic pulse, under the clear moonlight,
Swaying in metaphor and dream, until I...

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Magnolia blooms,
in not yet warmed chilling air of early spring,
look gruesome rather than beauteous
because the flowers open in lots of large corollas
with a shade of pink and scarlet in milky white based petals
resemble to the...

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My solitude weaves the paths of the night that unfolds beneath my footsteps,
And when my eyelashes fall heavy - a puppetry of worlds dims in their blindness.
In the frown of my eyebrows,
The Moon transforms into...

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Picking Petals
D.R. Factor

She's sits on the edge of twlight caught in a tranquil thought.
Her reflection rippled by falling petals of loves me and love me nots.
She seems too delicate to touch.
Like a soft pastel scene...

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Zinnia…garland of evening; I
yield to such innocent blush;
xanthic as your  moonlight’s hue
winging along the  field’s  minty air--
vulnerable are those eyes that can
unleash a charm seen only by a few.
Time and again, a...

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Near the end of October, a gelid wind blew
and froze the corollas of the dainty daisies;
it came as a surprise, sad was the face of Matthew,
no baseball in the field that echoed with screams! ...

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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me,embrace the winds of winter gone

Every sky-night windowpanes glow in silent mist

Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds

reflecting shadows on...

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Morning brews sunrise colors-
yolk yellow seeping over 

edges; light sterling silver 
strung; rubbed linens ironed 

across the rim. The creatural
world-a lime olive, sea blue 

cup- has a view from space:
mottled tints- mud grey, green. Deep.

Sienna...

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How ireful  the noise of days’ lecture
Endlessly testing  my patience bare—
And as  I watch corollas of  early moon
Flicker  under an obscure skyline ;
I linger on to await the  eerie...

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An idiosyncratic apothecary,
neo pop corollas line its grove;
The price and results may vary;

Heinous hues hang extraordinary,
the bourgeoise see a treasure trove;
An idiosyncratic apothecary;

Chartreuse poppin’ pills be wary,
a champion’s golden boxing glove; 
The price and results...

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sophisticated 
     asethetical art 
conceived its midst
of
a multiplicity
    of            identity

the threshold man
     ...

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O’ alas I do say as I view
Dominant horizon filled colors
Such a beautiful colorful hue
Couples glazing amidst the wonders

My most beautiful day is, always
Ties with spring and autumn fresh aromas
Airs purest, grasses growing phase
O’ daffodil...

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