Long Curator Poems

On a silver moonlit pillow’s blissful patch I dreamt nirvana 
verses for my sister Jay and our magic mutual bond,  that
gem-enhanced treasure chest, that life support as ironclad rampart 
for our twin psyche sparkle,...

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See them opening the doors to welcome you to the shore. See them opening the door, they are asking you for more. Get your business in line and make way for the divine, open up...

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The long and short of it is . . . forever

                        ...

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We were sitting in my car, companions to a lovely Hawaiian night where the moon shined bright, and the white caps glistened in the sea. Everything was in place. The white sand beaches and palm...

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A THRILL SEEKER (PART 1)

He is a sick man with no life that is running around in a world that cannot be lived.
All but not one knows his dementia and does not respond.
He is defiled.
Violating...

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Slowly, my ferryboat drifted closer to my dear old home. Before me, the stony peaks of familiar mountains arose from the blue hue, and just as cool salty breezes blew across my face, the childhood...

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We wanted to make a heavenly cake
But needed angelic ingredients
That were as far out of reach as can be
So we thought of other expedients

Like the famed store of unusual foods
Though it wasn’t around the corner
But...

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*Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday 
ended in January 2010.  Curators of...

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It was our third-grade field trip to the Dinosaur Exhibit
We would be touring all the lands that dinosaurs inhibit
I remember the teacher saying “keep your hands inside your pockets”
Then she paired me with the meanest...

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I'd have loved to see the bluebirds fly
above the white chalk-cliffs of Dover--
and as they were blithely soaring over,
immersed in thought I'd lie
in calm repose upon that beach,
admiring their swooping forms,
evanescent, in fleeting storms,
like ballet...

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          Born to be a woman apart,
      the daughter of an Amazon Paradise Island Queen
they called her the warrior princess Diana...

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Back in the 1950s, my father took our fam’ly t
o view the many fine displays in a brand new art museum.
He claimed our neighbor’d raved about their paintings by - Picaso...
and promised, if we got...

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There was a man who whispered in my ear;
Emerald green waters furry grounds of green;
Promises of illusions yet still very real;
Gratitude of thanks use gracious are the thoughts;
Glorious reminders of what's at naught;

Beautiful

It doesn't rain...

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It's now,now and Now.
Though God;
I am a child,
     You the creator,have mercy on me.
I am ignorant,I know nothing;
   All-knower,teacher,have mercy on me.
I am,in this world incapable;
   fully-capable-One,have...

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It exists in the mind of a drifter;
That lives outside the realm of norm
It's a primary collector and curator of information,
And is designed to protect, serve and inform.
   From within its posture it...

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American Empire Supreme, By Davieo, David Rothchild 

American Empire Supreme
Curator of geologic time 
The One True Field Marshall 
Of all being & Civilization

The One true One 
The Clear Chosen One 
Climax of all 
Good in...

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Dear God,
    Why do you mock me so? 
my Mother is hooked up to some respirator,
dying.
My father is hooked up on heroine,
crying.

And you find it amusing to let me watch
this charade of, what is...

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He had waited for her, all his life.
All she desired was to stay in his arms,
to awaken each day in embrace.
All she needed was the love he bled,
to last every minute of her lifetime -
but...

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I am a writer;
Writing through the eyes of the gods,
Sitted in the midst of the sun and the earth.
I never crave for perfection of my pen,
But to change the mindset of the world.
I am the...

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We, 
with the geometry and evening 
balance of our midcentury hands—gently 
lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a 
nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the glass 
encasement marred by scars,...

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By profession I’m an artist
In ceramics and in paint
Where with talent, flair, devotion
I create modern and quaint.
Some time back I was invited
To exhibit in Milan
So I worked in clay and managed
A good abstract, with elàn.
Finished...

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Father is Forthright
Till you are right 
Father is upright 
Till you are straight
Father is Outright  
Till you set right 

??Father is the guide
 Till you Ride 
Father is the friend 
Till the life end...

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   Mayonnaise in my mouth; 
it was turkey—the first Pollack 
I saw. His fault that the splatter 
looked like a forgotten egg on the side. 

  Walking toward the waste 
basket, I...

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She whispered in my ear of neon lights, 
my mother,celebrated actress,
waning star in sick bay,
zany bird nest hairstyle on display,
lock and tress erect,
skin-fold ripple eggshell pallor,
mothball end play flutter from the wings.
I, devoted sibling, reluctant...

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My stained glass image
was a ripe peach 
with spilt Zinfandel
like electric rubies
pooling around a gentle ray.
It was a colour hungering
to weave spirit out of light,
so that all my prism  
touched felt nothing
but the energy...

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