Long Curated Poems

"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the knowledge
of such terrible and ruthless, lusty 
characters of strong will;...

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Trumpeting future mercurial villain of history

Predicated on his paying obese sense
to Ronald McDonald patron saint
buzzfeeding his pie hole
courtesy "two Big Macs, Fillet-O-Fish
and a chocolate malted,"
he hungrily nabbed the ?Tuesday,
November 5, 2024? election
ofttimes series of unfortunate...

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A young girl’s voice / lost in the data / cries out
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela... her words soft and low murmurs...
"This world is yours... dear... a garden for stories to grow."
But her digital eyes...

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O August, I feel subtle scents
of dandelion days melting,
like spring falls of delirious diamonds,
while memories of sentimental sapphires
flow amidst clouds of colorblind cruelty,
revealing how butterflies
from the temple of fragmented armors
abandoned my spirit
at the altar of...

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In a world where I do not exist,  
stars will still glow like sequins of lilac.  

Nightingales would serenade hope,  
fields of fickleness would fade,  
unfolding grains of gold in bloom,...

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The future won’t arrive with trumpets—
no brass echo to herald salvation,
no golden scroll unrolled beneath a bleeding sun.
It will leak,
like soft radiation through the seams of our sleep,
like forgotten news,
scrolling endlessly
on a screen no one...

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In the twilight hum of broken cities,
where glass teeth bite the smog-choked sky,
I walked—a stranger to my own time—
past dreams rusted in neon haze.

"This is the kingdom we made,"
whispered the wind through hollow streets,
"not with...

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To my daughter who never listens.

Life is not as simple as a cliché.
It's not lullabies and butterflies.
Not all sounds are soothing,
not all flowers are faithful.
It's not as relaxing as a reverie,
rarely as poetic as a...

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On The Cosmic Wheel
....................................
The Potter turned
Threw elements’
Formed
a vase
From
Vaast
Baked 
in Time
Curated
A container
Interest’ickingly...
He filled it with time.
There many a concepts :
Time is money. Value of time
Time is a measure. Time is eternal
Einstein’s take on time is full...

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Over the holidays, I was watching Lisa’s sister little Leeza, she’s 14.
She has a rebellious fashion sense and a joyful innocence.
She’s still fearless too, and on-God, I hope she never loses that.

Too soon though—the disco’s...

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When I was 19 years old
I collapsed on my twin size collegiate bed
With my head in my hands
And I sobbed
Because for the first time in my shallow existence 
My carefully curated victim complex was shattered...

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Saturday, December 21 Military Time 2319

(According to website:
https://earthsky.org/astronomy-
essentials/everything-you-need-
to-know-december-solstice.)

Hark the herald angels sing
yea, only one hundred ten days,
I started counting until spring
as proclaimed courtesy
yours truly, a fellow Earthling.
Mine tolerance to endure
brutally cold weather quite plain

decreases in...

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The city yawns a concrete hazy stretch
Before the sirens find their daily screech.
My sneakers whisper on the dew-kissed pave,
A podcast murmurs secrets it will save
For later listening. The sky, a bruised plum,
Slowly surrenders to the...

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When I was younger, days moved softly,  
an endless waltz of hours beneath the cherry blossoms  
where I walked alone, convincing myself  
that solitude was sweet, that love was for the others....

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My muse,
a sea of weeping roses,
free-flowing in tune with
smoky frequencies,
as storms of fear
rest in the heart of a sunken canvas.
I ponder~
why does the blue of the ocean
roar like wrathful thunder?
Why does the sun bleed searing...

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Looking intp the vast algorithmic wilderness we begin our  search for truth...

For in this chaos of digital existence for we navigate 
the maze of virtual connections seeking answers in the 
pixels that....
form our fragmented...

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The thin often floral pages
held secrets whispered in blue ink,
sometimes smudged with hurried teenage angst
or a stray tear, quickly dried.

"Name: (in block letters, please)"
"Address: (complete, for future reference)"
"Birthday: (so I won't forget... maybe)"
"Crush: (top secret!)"
"Ambition:...

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The living room,
Laughter clinging like a warm embrace,
Yet silence wraps us in a shroud.
Faces aglow from screens,
Eyes reflecting curated lives,
Fingers dancing over glass,
As warmth slips through our grasp.

We scroll, searching for connection,
Moments polished and perfect.
But...

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At the heart of this art there’s a tartness that fits like a harness/
Put those pieces and bits together to finesse and furnish/
I’m breathing in the flesh here I go out of my mind in...

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As far as ethereal creatures are concerned, 
she fell somewhere in between 
a wood nymph—
	fragile and belligerent— 
and a centaur—
	untamable and resilient 

she is a living, breathing juxtaposition; 
far from flawless, 
yet infinitely beyond perfect....

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If you stare at the sun long enough,

your eyes will become the desert 

they’ve always failed to see;

Just beyond the limits of their

perception. Empty, dry and tragic. 

If you stare into a pool of water

long...

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   When Time sails into it's last port, 
and fever for the Truth is stowed-
as an incubant reality 
-that you wish had aroused sooner, 
it's queried symptom with more fervored pedigree 
of temperature...

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I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness.
my generation wants to care less
these days.
it’s a counter-current hack.
we want to be less defined.
we can search and reflect for ourselves.
we’re sick of the emotion
that’s all over everyone’s faces,
the unsightly...

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Look at me —
glorious, glowing —
bathed in blue light,
dying slowly with 4G speed.

My soul is buffering.

“Talk to someone,” they say.
As if I haven’t
typed my grief a thousand times
into search bars
and still got no answer
but a...

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Engulfed in the smouldering dusk of a fractured nation,  
A voice claws through the cracks of static screens,  
And suppressed speakers,  
A distorted hymn for the disenchanted,  
A battle cry for...

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