Long Cupping Poems

The Rhine Salmon Complaint, Translation of Etiemble’s Complainte d’un salmon du Rhin

						For Yvon Belaval
(A lilting musical poem of varying line length in quatrains with a refrain and much internal
 rhyming; end-rhyme scheme: alternate rhymes in...

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wobbling
   earth
      Phoebus
          slipover
               &
...

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When I was young,
cupping my ears with my tiny hands
because Daddy was mad
I blocked mommy's screams,
had to see all the fights 
between her and the monster
I wanted to save her,
but I was hiding and crying...

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each gleaming candle with it's yellow glow, surrounds her beauty like an aura. Her 
eyes are like a cats..sparkling with curiousity and wonder as she swirls in her dress 
skirts around her chamber. I feel...

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Yesterday, I signed an electronic consent form for Lynn to be in hospice care.  At the New Life Stone Avenue adult family home in Shoreline Washington.  She will be or already is released...

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Have You Tried My Slushie?             By 
Briar Rabbit
 
 
 
I don’t know if it brings the boys to the 
yard
I’d want some time to myself
 
I  think..
 
I think of angel dust
while
liberty belles call my name
 
 
cement and concrete as...

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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your voice
My soul
Your soul
And our Coming of Age

I have always known...

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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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Line of inquiry from Unseeking Seeker:

"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
_______________________________________________

Ahhh,...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with tracks
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with foxtails
and youthful...

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Elevating Heart



Sweat of Life
Piercing pain of Sorrow
Pendulum of gratitude in motion

How fortunate to experience  
To Feel
To delight in the depths of emotion
I burst knowing I am capable of such workings of the 
Heart, mind...

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The heat soaked day drags on: each daisy sweltering
every buttercup melting into the dry ground,
a golden oozing of petals. I watch them through the window knowing
that I could not be ready, this I that’s still...

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When I close my eyes I hear the sound of your voice floating in the 
air like dandelion fur, catching the breeze and dancing upward.

I remember the day when we camped in the rain and...

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My verse has been chosen as Poem of the Month at Sherborne Abbey!

The curious offerings of sacristans
Are given in obscure humility
The symbol of the cupping of the hands
Enshrines the essence of this mystery
The dawn unlocked;...

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passengers gather while their turn awaits
  very few standing out
  except for one, sprawling along my seat
  room for me, just about
  awkward two-handed pillow cupping head
  beyond waking, no...

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TOLD STORIES

Once there were stories told
About the rising and setting of the sun
The colour of the moon
And the forming of dawn
Once there were stories told about the streets
And about the heart of the ghetto
Once there...

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On a sofa we're lying
My true love and I
She's wiggling and sighing
She thinks I'm touching her thigh
She's getting excited and passionately we kiss
But I am most curious to find out what made her like this
I...

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A gallant man of thousand fists
Spirited brave man of Amadioha’s clan
Conversational colonel of the battalion empire
Emperor manned through the honeyed knight
The dialogue of the drums speaks of your strength and might
Cupping the fingers content of...

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The Loner goes on
Imagining friends
He heads for a coffee
With hopes to an end
 
He looks at the counter
Then raises his head
And wonders why
All his looks are of dead
 
He picks at his pocket
Not sure what’s...

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Each day mother opens her cupped hands to sun's benediction,
Opens her spaces too, to the multi-choired rhythm of life and the wings
Of the world touches her like whispers of leaves
On dew-bathed trees.

Here's her land of...

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Summer returns, reigning in glory
tempting my beanstalk to climb
and tiny fairies to faithfully fly,
laughing out loud all the while.
With lush trees twirling in full skirts,
and tulips trumpeting their joyful greetings,
sunrays parade in triumphant procession
of season’s...

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Black silky curtains hang down,
stopping short of 3 inches long,
messy, good scented hair, 
partly covering two beautiful hazel orbs,
dancing with the joy and suns light,
endless staring, tender loving eyes,
placed gently in a smooth light-mocha creame...

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You lips
so close, so promising
awe-inspiring
inviting
enticing

If only...
I sigh
I die
to everything else
but this
wondering...
ah....wondering...
what it would be like
to touch
      to taste
            ...

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More pains and, we are all gone!
More troubles; we would all perish!
More sorrows; we would all vanish!
More agony; we would all died!
More misery; the tears would flow more!
No one to fix our circumstances in the...

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bloodied fingers madly claw 
caskets hermetically sealed 
   bullet riddled bodies crazily didst draw
triggered bloodshed tsunami, 

   where logic insists there must be a flaw 
precious priceless proud loved ones demise...

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