Long Crescendoing Poems

Digital Creationism
(Man 0, God 1)         

Part 1: Binary God
For men it seems God is a binary function
And like ones and zeros 'HE IS ON or 'he's off.'
Is...

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I was restless all the night,
The demoness softly singing a haunting tune
The Holy Spirit sifted in swirls around me,
And she touched with her claws its essence with strange wonder

I awoke to his songs strong and...

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In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh, sympathize for your imminent demise?
Cradling you in my sorrows, as...

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I watched the endless procession of stalwart youth, resplendent in their panoply gathered, a 
steelly passion filling resolute gait.
And I asked of them, "To what place does such noble assemblage march?"
"To the Temple of Ares,...

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Antithesis

In May, the lion’s ear blooms immaculately,
As if the night sky is on fire.
It excretes a ravishing untarnished beauty,
A mesmerizing compelling beauty
Only the mad mystics and poets can discern.
Here, put on these rubber sandals;
The pair...

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The American Morning

We ride smoothly, deliberately, in this old cruising caravan,
Across the ancient American avenues and boulevards, 
Of the once living, and now, the finally dead, 
Of the once famous, and now, the finally forgotten;
Of...

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The celeritous bodies of the hills and plains
Are a true wonder. Green fields stimulating 
A world of living, with just as much depth 
For the dead. Dulcet hills sing sweet songs of melody,
Crescendoing with tunes...

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Winds batter the dusty house,
	can you hear the creaks, moans, the wrinkles?
	his hands,
	glide up and down the worn wood of the aged 	rocking chair

	this place is the essence of antiquity; 
	i feel ill-at-ease

	his dull eyes...

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There was a sickly tree

In a barren clearing

In a burning country

On a mourning day.


A wild crown of branches

Haloed by concentric rings;

A rising wave of spires and spindles lashing at the air;

Prismatic infernos leaping forth from...

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We Are The Watchers

by Stark Hunter


Into the breach the multitudes surge,
Into the crushing breakers and
Beyond the sucking mindless tides,
Down down into the whirring, rushing confluence,
Precipitously we fall and slide,
Tenuously and tragically we slip.
We are the...

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Pondering love’s inquisitions hitherto thine perplexities
as thou should knowest its tenderness requite.  
Whilst thy deliberate forthright such iniquitous fortitude of beguiling amorous utterances. 
Thine onliest causality lay boisterous extemporizations whereupon the chorus of crescendoing...

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An idea whispers,
sneaking in on cat’s paws,
a sly grin curling at the edges,
as I sip morning coffee, unaware.

It dances on tiptoes,
skipping across my mind,
twirling, pirouetting,
a ballerina in a china shop.

My thoughts, the porcelain,
shatter in its...

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I don’t need to be told what I’ve seen
whether it’s real or a sinister scheme
I need a world where I know the rules 
which we call wise which we call fools

Where the lines in the...

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Bolero builds in intensity,
the interplay of instruments
crescendoing; soft to loud.

Ravel’s music haunting my dreams
Chimera of swells crashing, Everest
ever-reaching for God’s palm.

The texture of a piece of art —
layer upon layer of a singular sunset.
A flute...

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Nursing my young child to sleep,
I pour my love out to him as I do
my milk. Thin and cold as a specter,
there is warmth only where his
innocent hands and mouth touch
my skin. Outside the snow
falls...

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Old  Dame On A Footloose





She held on to the firm grip of the extended invite

Pent up desires vented out in the market site

Elasticity in the heart of the rumpled weathered skin

Coyly she smiled with...

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it strides forward,
more confident this time than ever
in the many wars that had gone before;

to mine own weary eyes,
it seemed to be a-galloping, prancing even,
to a rhythm that drummed out my final, crescendoing score!

for too...

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Definitely beautiful
The most beautiful I've seen
Who could ever fathom
I'd know my girl of dreams

My sweetheart, she's so talented
She sings like no one can
And when I fall asleep tonight 
I'll dream of her again

Sometimes my dreams...

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Another sleepless night without you,
Yet I had another dream.
8 young children were picking flowers,
Or...so it would seem.
4 girls and 4 boys stood before me,
Each holding a small gift of love;
And though most refused, 2 didn't.
A...

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Robin Redbreast

Spring is here, and the robins appear
With morning and evening song in the air.

A robin redbreast perched in a tree
Sings a song for his lady bird to be,
Undeterred, as he awaits her answer,
Crescendoing to...

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not looking hearing or speaking
nailed by the side of the humming
naked ocean at the feet waving
beating crashing reincarnating
in every eternal moment
rampant rivers of love crescendoing
remnants of the flood of lust decelerating
rumble of the prayerful sea...

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A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.

Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib it.

Then, absent of all jealousies,
acknowledging their need,
they...

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in life you flow like a river
ceaseless without a quiver
endless giggling speedy and wavy
relentless bristling to the  ocean gleefully
undisturbed attached to the moment pure
might glance up or fro fleeting sure
lights of virtues guides you...

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