Long Crescents Poems

See them scattered everywhere in buses, trucks and horse buggies, thousands of them lined the street with only the clothes on their backs and a bottle of water to wet their dry throats when the...

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*** SINGING MEMORIES ***

“Many days you have lingered around my cabin door.
Hard times, come again no more.” **

A memory came flying through to me this afternoon
— a fine memory, not recently seen,
Up from long ago,...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape

No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen...

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Modern science has denuded 
The stars and night sky of all myth and magic.
Knowing the facts in awe and wonder are no substitute for stories and legends of ancient cultures
To know that most starts are...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin,...

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Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.   
 
Against injustices they railed—
within shed...

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Most people notice my sunny disposition,
 one that can cause blindness & irreparable skin damage.
They remark on the fact that all of my poetry
 is so cheerful and positive,
 wonder how a person who finds...

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Water, water,  dear water, Mater Mare.
Where would I be without you, my wet, wet milieu?
Water is the medium that bathes my cells, my blood, my fluid within,
derived from the primordial ocean, aeons ago, still...

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I hear the drums of my heart, loudly singing for my dreams to execute. I remember when I was little; ‘the greatest writer’ was my cadence. No, I haven’t forgotten my rhymes; I have just...

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Soaring and swooping through the trees was a dove,
As I lay on the grass and gazed up above,
The clouds in the sky; they were glistening snow, 
And the sun? A yellow ball being tossed to...

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Ahh! my lovely it's to soon;
To say I love you moon spoon;
It was the 1960's moonshots;
I fell in love with you I was lost;
While at home I peer through my curtains;
It's about 8:45pm at night;
Oh,...

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If I achieve nothing else, if all that I have worked for is for naught, I can die happy
knowing that I have lived through my soul instead of forcing my soul to live through me.


The...

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"Whispers of My Soul"


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Relay for Life

Hence forth, evermore and in every essence
Poor must be if pertaining to peasants
Colossal moon can have several crescents
Best things occur if God's in your presence.

God and me together may have many sessions
In them...

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Maybe it's those
eyes? 
That Tantalize the
smallest tendrils in
the back on my mind.
Brainwaves emitting
from the head of a
bush whose beauty is
displayed not only
on the outside of
the leaves but also
in the deepest mean
of your hidden
fruits.
Paralyzed by the
curves...

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In a dark night sky, you take your place.
We can see your reflection in the influenced tide.
Why is it you show only one face?
Half of you we see, the other half you hide.

We can see...

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Once upon a dream
A night teemed with gleam

Walking the tracks of unknown
Carrying the sorrow of being alone

But walls, nothing expecting
Wandering the alleys, detecting

In a hope, searching every place
To trace a face of any race

Where are...

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Moonlight Shadow


Broken dreams
On purple flamed wings

Celtic rumors
Burning bright

Crosses and crescents
Knights and swords

In the mist of a weary mystical night
I saw her lying there, chest broken and bare
Picking her up, horse galloping away
We escaped the arrows...

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Karma walks the many roads
	forks at paths of diversion
		with signposts trivia directions

She rests at home in herself
	multiple voices finding congruence
		convenes unravels gathers lose threads

Wholesome gentle nothingness ensues
	from inside where streams of consciousness
	   ...

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had a crush on good ol’
“jesus,” but being that he
was all made up, s/he had
to settle for the 
“jackhammer jesus,”
a big strong dildo
invented to make one
cum in the name of the
“lord!”---
now, her/his best friend
had always...

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Balmy summer air to southern climes doth repair
On horizon, blue azure panels shaded with smoky tincture
Silky, white fondue relpaced by pallid, silver hue
Fondling, summer breezes; gripping, autumnal wind freezes
Cooling waves react with fertile leaves; amber...

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Packed up again,
Cedars and crescents in my carry-on,
A heart and soul in my suitcase…
The mattress on my bed is bare, save for a straw hat
Resting in the middle of it and a bottle of cologne

There...

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Through silk tresses glistening in ember,
I saw you for the first time in December.

Oh sparks could ignite in freezing snow,
a rhythm born in silent hearts I'd know.

Your cherry-dipped voice dwelling upon
my painted canvas on a...

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Alphonse Mucha's art was so influential it helped create Art Nouveau.
A flamboyant sensuous style, with softness, swirls, curls and beauty.
It heralded and celebrated new art as a counterpoint
to the dawn of the harsh steel and...

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Clouds
Cumulous, dense, fluffy, gorgeous
Clouds
Profuse, passionate, powerful, 
Poetic black and white
Intensely desirous like the light for the cave
Or the river from the mountain on the valley
Though black, gray and white near the shore
Deep inside the core
Ripe...

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