Long Cupola Poems

Isis staind 26+ years of marriage

Yes, believe me you, 
I (also considered the best karaoke singer
for the go-go's) 
putting Shabrina Leonita to shame
back in two thousand and twenty one
once flew high as the eagles 
a...

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From north, south, east and west 
This is the town to beat the rest,
Where history and present blend
As through its many streets you wend. 

Where once a monastery so great
From every view would dominate,
Where Pilgrims...

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Isis staind 27+ years...

of scorpion stinging poison us marriage,
whereby the missus and I,
nevertheless experienced genesis as 
mama and papa respectively.

(jest kibitizing)

thus explaining why I 
(a beatle browed  
sixty five year young adult) 
joined blue...

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Part 18

it helps to see the spectrum of behaviors
as a spectrum first of all
not disorganized not random
not to the degree the clergy would have it
which makes them ridiculous
as well as dangerous
to anyone standing outside the...

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without wearing a helm mitt on my head, yet did suffer inxs
of welts the size of cranberries amidst talking heads, whose traffic
mishap of cars unable to Stp, thus this passenger indistinguishable from 
avast metallica Skidrow...

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Suddenly everybody was awaken by the strong tremors
of the early April's earthquake...walls falling all around them,
dust suffocating them as they ran out to the debris-covered streets;
with no slippers and shoes on their cold feet;
people of...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat...

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Love you're
the first
lighthouse
with a bright beacon
that shines across
this ocean 

Carved into foundations
chiseled within emotions
plastered covered feelings
etched in stone
Climbing each step
a winding staircase
one skyscraper
heading towards
the Heaven's

A lofty 
tower built
standing tallest
rising from
out of the ground
one kingdom
White stone...

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On the wind-swept Nebraska prairie sits a building in wretched shambles,
Surrounded by a sagging fence and overgrown with prickly brambles.
It was once a bustling one-room school house, abandoned long ago.
Its weather-beaten clapboards, I judged to...

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SAVIOUR CHURCH,  GRIBOYEDOVA  CANAL,  ST.  PETERSBURG

In defiance of its Soviet museum-death
Reflected in water moved by God’s breath
The five-domed Saviour church gives
Hope, for its bulbous gold dome yet lives


Silent spheres sing of...

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Disappearing like the straggling stars
of morning, all the discontent of winter
fades before the multifarious data
streaming from the light-filled cupola above.
It funnels into every mind, resisted only
by that most persistent ignorance
selected with our daily bread.

There are...

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Crooner one on one aloft the cupola          				           
Accolade acappella acappella     ...

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Shrub leaves lie curled in the dormant yard;
Trees shiver in their nakedness
As a crisp autumn wind exhales
Into the barren night sky.

On the corner of Walnut and Maple,
The Old Crowder House fights for breath--
Creaking and moaning...

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A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run...

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A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run...

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A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run...

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A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on...

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Chalice of Darkness

Buried deep inside the blinded eye of midnight
 My fugitive heart,
Homeless in winter’s frozen wrath,
Seeks an abyss with rotund borders –
A rounded vault of endorphic sacredness
Overflowing with elixirs of metamorphosis
Born from dark dry...

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Scratchboarded stars of liquid light pouring in like rain 
beneath the cupola of heaven one sentinel of night 
A solitary figure stilled by the mutany of a willful hoot 
his head is bowed as he...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on...

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Night bring terrible memories,
shadows of yesteryears,
it takes my breath away
in fears, anguish and hell.
An ugly wolf runs after me
as I slither in the mud
heart beats burst my chest with pains.
Please take away those forces
that rumble...

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At the Preakness, horses race;
The crowd is quite excited.
After winners are declared,
Observers are invited

To witness a tradition
Which, since nineteen hundred nine
Has been special to all racing fans
And cool in its design.

See, atop the Members’ Clubhouse,
A...

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I planted this garden to enjoy.
Photosynthesis comes from the sun.
The white orchids set to the east.
The daffodils are astray.
The roses are a spread on a rack.
The tulips and morning glory are in a flowerbed.
I am...

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Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have porticos, piazza, loggia,
gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot,
curl
and jut.

A memory rocks me gently
    in its timbered embrace.
I also have an interior
   ...

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