Long Crucibles Poems

The Devil sits there playing, he’s as happy as he can be
He has a new game to play, he rubs his fiery hands in glee
Down in the bowels of the earth, the deepest hottest spot
Where...

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From mouth to ear across a lifetime lived,
traveling strings tying lives together thread on thread. 
Every one word building lifetimes; 
bonded mud of bricks to house 
our broken bags of trailing flesh.
We will hold each...

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"The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Carl Sagan
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We’re all stardust, remnants of Divine Magnetism and celestial fire 
     born in cosmic crucibles, forged by desire.
  ...

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Crucibles of tattered thorns intrests silenece of feverish scorns. Watered down rivers of loosely washed words woven which wander for weakening tranquility. Cascading into the pantheon of precipitating poet promises never finding grounds of solidity....

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He gasped for breath under the brutal feet.... George Floyd, the black man at Minneapolis, a hapless victim of color prejudice. One more in the list... maligned for centuries, casting dark shadows in the dim...

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Our oath is our soul keeping 
our joys are from smoking and drinking,
From the cannabis we cultivate a seeing
a laughter from the suffering 
A tear for the living memory
from the raw uncut winery 
We feel...

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Winter tested my endurance with its sharp and burning cold and now the warm lavender evening, with its smells and sounds of spring seem like a gift. The breeze is warm, and even the broad...

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My faith in me
Have made vast changes to my dream
I shall never be again who I am
But who he meant for me to be
A pilgrim whose nomadic days are o'er

I did not come saturated like...

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Like a creature hibernating in its burrow
Waiting to come out with the first verdure of spring,
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart
Through the long winter awaiting another spring

After staying torpid inside for...

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A diaphanous mist hangs over me
Blurring my thoughts and fancy
Or is it that my Muses have gone into lazy slumber?

Whatever thoughts I have, they come fragmented and scrambled
In no way I can piece them into...

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Write a Pantoum – 8-25-23
"With God all things are possible." Matt 19:23
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Blue Roses

Pure love leans down to kiss a newborn garden child,
From crucibles of eternal creativity,
Vision kissed with petals of grace for love’s Godchild
Rhapsodies of...

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From The Coal Mine …

Liars …
 early prophets
 of impending doom

(The New Room: February, 2024)


The Moment Shared

We often forget
wrapped up 
in our own drama
— that everyone feels the same

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)



Circle Game

The purpose of war
is...

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Reality is a stark, ugly truth,
stripped of its veneer of make-believe.
Your choices in life define the parameters
of your imagination.
And hardening your resolve to survive,
experience grinds a cutting edge
on cold cast-iron cynicism,
smelted in the crucibles of...

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When all around is torn by strife,
woes without end beset your life.
When peace is but a dismal dream
a wistful wish or so it seems.

How can the soul in such a state
find peace when trials fill...

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Reformations amities amid poetics tour de force overture within, virtuoso's....

Fatalisms exuberant pas de deux; foreordained this ballet in exquisites verse

To cross dimensions of spatial extent; the new promised frontier?!

Paragons quintessential interludes gracing the paramouric stages

Amid...

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What of...A Pearl? 5-30-24
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Pearl

Born from irritation
Errant seed, like a pebble in a sandal,
Rubbing raw the soft heart in bruises
Lustrous armor built around crumbs of discontent -
A resume of overcoming ravished wounds
From a jagged invasion to...

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This is all so sudden, 
winds of change advanced 
scudding clouds, soon 
their pre-eminence ruled 
my horizon. 

And, I thought, but 
I love you, surely 
you can see that; 
a moment ago, I 
held you....

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harvest from the terrestrial
Mother Nature giving her best.
pastures green on the other side
Man's canal gift from Mother Earth

Get your thoughts in from books.
grinded, marshed in crucibles
seiving out the shaft, lest it chokes
wrapping into boluses, bit...

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In all senses, all consequences, instances of definition,
By her words that flare and animate,
In all the wept and kept secrets and tears, 
By the sleek form of her mind laid bare,
I visualise her beauty.

By all...

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I hate it although that's my side story. 
The breaking of the chains
The knitting of myself on the ground
The subjection to the crucibles of questions:
Of what reason should my going be?

Oh my good home!
The love...

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It was midnight moon
cruising in the bedroom.
I step aside in the depressed window,
watch the overwhelming spillover.

I listen, then do not listen to alien voices
of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan,
artfully in cryptic signs
crunching the bones.

Black crucibles throw...

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Judgement’s fine line runs betwixt Prudentia’s
Right and Left hands. In her right, the mirror
Offers serious reflection on life
Lessons learned in crucibles of choice --
Wisdom bridles rash reactive impulse.
But in her left is the serpent coil’d,
Hissing,...

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BLOOD OF BONDAGE.



Stiff was the blood of bondage
Across the highways of the mind.

Voyaging to the edge of universe
In explorations for hidden girth
The silent tangents explored
Where the universe still expands
To accommodate all the reveries.

Gathering ephemeral images...

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Stiff was the blood of bondage
Across the highways of the mind.

Voyaging to the edge of universe
In explorations for hidden girth
The silent tangents explored
Where the universe still expands
To accommodate all the reveries.

Gathering ephemeral images in fold
Carrying...

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