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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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 hold a...

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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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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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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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In the vast algorithmic wilderness, we search for truth...

In the chaos of digital existence,
we navigate the maze of virtual connections,
seeking answers in the pixels that
form our fragmented identities.

Amid the ceaseless chase for productivity,
we grapple with...

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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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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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not as bad as when 
she drunk-posted Sand 
and Water by Beth 
Nielsen Chapman in honor 
of her uncle's passing 
forgetting it had a line 
in it about their child together 
which made it seem...

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As a child, I was never bored
I spent hours gawking
going through my mother's
home decorating magazines
seeing things I'd never seen
that we could never afford

So full of spacious Southern homes
described as “gracious”
all wrapped in white porches with
white...

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A dead man’s boat
rowed itself from isle to isle,
dragging its dead man in its wake,
partially submerged, their tether tenuous,
yet somehow never broken.
Past The Isle Of Reeds,
where the slaves had been freed
from the crack of their...

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High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime hibernation...

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Sometimes you see something beautiful
Today it was raindrops on a bin
All lined up, sharing a space with a web
So on the way to school we looked
Finding pretty raindrops
Stunningly adorning cherry blossom
Dreamlike on a skeletal hydrangea
Dangling...

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Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,

Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,

You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful...

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Subtly significant for the cause,
Ripped apart by men,
Revering the reign of the lord,
Fools caught up in the act,
Making change prosper,
Or an effort toward it the least.

What failed was agony,
Disbelief of fauna and flora,
Once brimmed with...

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Subtle it's subversion it just catches the eye.
Can't tell which diversions really the greater lie.
Take caution it's pervasive yet it goes undetected.
Subconsciously persuasive now your mind is infected.
Unknowingly you've now become part of the collective.
Working...

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Social media  helps us all connect
as slowly we all lose the skill to relate.
We have  a  hundred               ...

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The Victorians knew how to keep the odd keepsake,
locks of hair, dried blooms, death masks.
Flowers and Jewels, all had symbolic meaning.

Butterflies and all manner of dead bugs were curated,
pinned to the afterlife forever.
Few now have...

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Lemon luminous lanterns soft lighting 
A breeze of Peppermint tea leaves or coffee feels exciting
Mellow melodic music makes for melancholy musings
Intense Incense that insists on being noticed
Pad of paper and motivated ink to create my...

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The online poetry place Rattle is changing their competition terms to be previously 'uncurated' rather 'unpublished' 
I think it's a really positive thing to support and to try and get adopted more widely.
It's so nice...

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