Long Crisply Poems

FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside...

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Just a couple months ago my wife and I were sitting,
Both with old and tired feet submerged, out on the dock.
She wrapped one arm around my back and softly said to me,
“Fred, do you remember...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these...

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That's where her house used to stand
smack dab in the middle of a dead end road
The prettiest talker you'd ever want to hear
Known for her elegant tea parties in her grand abode

Red roses adorned the...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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Where do I draw my bilateral line
in a polycultural sandbox?

In-between a merely personal traumatic
severing
excommunicating
dispassionate
divesting
divorcing
marginalizing
loss and suffering event

And a larger staged
eco-political
critical systemic
potentially multi-generational
traumatic climate event.

Why does it feel important
to distinguish,
and perhaps discriminate
personal from ecopolitical systemic trauma?

Against...

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I suddenly became aware
(although rooted motive not clear)
avoiding self castration ere
yours truly back during
forty three plus summers ago

(do the math and figure out what year)
long haired pencil necked geek
applied dull razor
to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair
covering...

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When the clock ticks towards the end of July,
I begin spending all too-hot summer days painting the blue-jay,
A rare and almost-majestic mini, hard to find the right color paint
For.  But on good days after...

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SILVER Moon
           
                      ...

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Sam Antix, Shuffling, Stands
Battered, Bloody, Body
Turns, Towards, Taking
Course, Cold, Cavern, Cave
Vocal, Voice, Vibrating
Frequency, 538, Forward
Face, Fierce, Foe
Only, Option, Open
Defy, Defend, Defeat
Star, Same, Seek
Princess, Prisoner, Pointed, Peak

Thirty feet within the darkness band
There appears movement upon distant...

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Destined for the dew drenched dawn,
Awaiting alabaster aura, amazing asters,
In every color, crimson and copper, cerulean 
Bold, blazing beauties, bringing brilliance,
Stardust silence, soothing sounds, stillness
Come to life on the crazy clasp of craftiness,
Trembling truths, tugging...

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Caged magnetic daydreams of lucid migration;

I’ve been there before.  It’s forbidden:

Orchard carved calligraphy crisply cut -
Spiraled surface-scratched immortality 
Dimly azure, aglow on videotape,
Red, blue, green.  Nature’s baby grand.
An organic player-piano ceaseless 
In mellow...

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There is a place called beautiful nestled deep in my mind's eye
Gingham curtains crisply pressed frame periwinkle summer sky
Brass kettle on the old gas stove reflects cast iron pans
And always at the kitchen sink, I...

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The brisk Autumn breeze
crisply smiles and leaves
inviting seasonal ascendance.
Past dark hollowed eaves
her departing breath weaves
a path for Winter's wondrous entrance.

Courtly canyons kowtow 
the mighty mesas bow
sparking December's grand revival.
Barren branches applaud
as mountain peaks laud
Jack Frost's...

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Just as the breeze blows crisply through the air,
The eye is oblivious, yet, we know it's there,
Things left unseen to even the most watchful eye,
Some fighting secret battles and whispering silent cries,
Unseen wishes spoken on...

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to Alpha


steel vault, late nights
not a mouse sound can penetrate.
the windows are open
but I am somewhere else
safe. warmed by 
the comforter of dark.
freed, to take the tunnel core deep
into the molten mess 
left by a...

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Her lips once kissed away my salty tears,
and spoke comforting words in my ears. 
They would brush against my fevered brow,
They’re coldly still and silent now.

Her hands once held my tear-stained face,
and smoothed stray hairs...

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Special Breakfast.



She pours my tea, as so many times before.
One sugar, a little milk, just the way I like it.

I pour his tea, as so many times before.
One sugar, a little milk, just the way...

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One

The tilted day do ruminate so slowly on its fate.
How shall one dim time’s lasting set display towards mourning?
If filled is eye with circumstance whose show pours forth such splendor bourn; what
causative power shears the...

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Visual Melodies
 

Fresh evergreens stand beside

 A crisply clear slow moving brook

Reflections of minnows glitter

 In the midday sun’s warm look

 

Bare branches began to don

 The tiny green leaves of spring

Nature’s ring of promise...

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under a broad sign “Silvan Reservoir Park” 
I turn the steering wheel and see wristwatch hands 
pointing to a quarter past three in the afternoon 
there is enough time for tea and biscuits by the...

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I want to start with some simple Alliteration
seaside surf in winter is so very crisply cool
(try to fix find and fit some Personification
your wandering mind is a rambling fool).

Assonance very tense, it has much suspense
salty...

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20/04/2018.

                    My 3 M’s

It’s time to change the minds dirty diaper,
To think crisply, cleanly, somehow riper.
How...

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I am sitting at a teacher’s desk.
Not my desk, a borrowed room.
Staring at an orange backpack with
A broken zipper and a cat emblem.

This desk is familiar. There is a torn paper
Plate, a half-eaten sucker, two...

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landscape of shadow life

Eden marsh is still 
when the hawk
gives way to the owl 
silent feathers sweep low
over shining bog
to dust away the last 
vestiges of twilight

songs of other times,
once warmed and borne
on sibilant breezes,...

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