Long Cottons Poems

"I am a painter and my eyes are the paint brushes I had if I look up with my open eye I see the Horizon I see the clouds to be continued
Oh shutter as I...

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As little child walked in the field of flowers,
  Picking and smelling them as she grows,
  The pervading air fragrance of Guava
  The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
  The...

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What lesser mortals? 

What lesser mortals
than Rimbaud
claim themselves 
a poet within 
another self, 
for there is more 
than just one self

depending on the
time and day 
and nothing 

is as it seems
at first, 
we are born...

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Flipping Heck! - they're at it again!
There's a shuffling noise from the drawer
It's clear they're having a promiscuous party
And swapping their partners once more
 
I'd paired them up with duty and care
Matching them as they...

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The roof seems to have come alive
Raindrops now treading softly on tip toes
The skies clouded with cottons full of water
They drip down as though they are squeezed
Black turns white and so they pave way for...

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Pillowed blankets with cottons cool
Waking up festive next to you
Tip-toeing giddy like a fool
Caressing life while carving through

Pulling a shirt over my head
While keenly watching your calm face
Lying prone upon our plush bed
Vision the darkness...

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You are the river running through 
unfathomable greens
glassy yellows 
down in the core of the river
flicker lightness on top
You increase me…swell me…impregnate without word or deed
push me to the fore till my sail fills with...

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Mother India
 
Each August 15th since 1947, a day of expectant waiting –
Either terror from India’s enemies and frenemies
Or the terror of weather, some natural happening
Or holiday hazards, even hospital tragedies …

This year, 2017, has...

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Real love takes up residence deeply in the heart.
Two lucky ones, 
are focused in, not out,
at the start.
From the inside can't see the outside,
so it makes no difference.
Especially to men, who can get away,
with a...

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I’ve traded my final smiles for a rock and a rush..
Shooting my veins for death at thirty five.  
last chance to steal a detox from the county cause 
Everyone knows government checks don’t bounce.

Instead...

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Drive at any season gives me immense fun,
I cannot afford many cars; yet, I've good one; 
Drive during Fall, indeed, is very enchanting,
Especially, if through village roads, it's joy-granting...
From black-mud surface, dust, like fog arises,
Road...

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This is me, laughable
A slight cackle from a broken throat
Dry as Egypt's ageless dust and catching 
On the flaming cottons of dead haberdashery
I caught a glimpse of moon

Eyes capsized under distilleries
A forehead clouded in snow...

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Twirling in cottons of pinks yellows and blue
Prom red satin slides in, so shiny and new
Followed by linen, stark, stiff and tannish white
Black holds her essence back, saving herself for the night

Whirling in wonder the...

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Encroaching the private isn’t unfair
for a personality seen by all from downstair.

A character, dwelling on many dark angles
public advantage, used to finagle.

Hidden pockets all over the bell-buttons
new design, covering the stain of the red cottons.

Competent...

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I looked past the priest and saw auntie and grandma.
They were cuddled, holding each other up.
Grandma being Catholic was wearing her purple scarf.
Even though Daddy’s funeral was outside, a priest was here.

Auntie Maria was holding...

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the cracks begin to show   and flawless floors
are not what shift and shatter here

but fear   a frangible tear   gold sun-strands
threading a chemtrail-crazed sky

vaporous cottons of cloud   white...

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beautiful, cinderella, crazy, growing up, humor, word play,

Gold Plated Ideals©

The ice-white-capped teeth
Smile and beguile the contacted eye
‘Java’ white-bright tee shirts dazzle 
Plastic letters ironed on right-side in
Shoulders the body making a statement?

Speaks to me of...

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**  I went outside and watched the summer sky....

Cotton in the clouds –
   If I cling on these softness,   
Will the wind find you?    

Slabs in the...

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Fluffs of cottons drift lazily by       
under the vast canvas of the sky,  
over the hills from miles up high.        ...

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Dripping  bloods of restless angle
Chanting,  chattering – life entangle
Buzzing and  beating of untapped wings
Clogging the  pavement that darkness stings
 
Strips  of clothes unraveled
Monstrous signals  to road untraveled
Guilty notions ...

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Going to follow a destiny to lumber town 
Barely lost, trying to be once again found
Showing my heart strings in simple pleasures.
Wearing my cottons forgoing the leathers.

Sharing my truth, taking pills that keep me down.
Windows...

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Carolyn is a fabric artist, she has a rare gift
I watched her work, her fingers are swift
She was making a wild flower the other day
Colorful and pretty, it blew me away!

The patterns were beautiful, her...

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Have you not looked upon horizons pink,
Outstretched from dreary skies of yesternight,
That vanquish tearful blue as cottons blink
And gray reflects the glow of lunar light?
Are stargazed lilies grown for one alone -
A selfish king who...

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Depends on what shirt I've been wearing
The colour, the texture and pile
I may get a mountain or molehill
I know either way it smells vile
My navel resembles a cauldron
A mixture of cottons and fluff
And each time...

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SUMMER RISPETTO

                             
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