Long Curlicues Poems

(A Presentiment: two lost Wint souls alone converse,
so mind the grown gap——Longshoreman’s Fall hearse.)

"The last boat draws near, allow us depart."
All aboard, all aboard—!
"So Time has pierced now, as a bull's-eye dart."
All aboard, all aboard—!

I....

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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,
passing chambers of an Heiress
(though no need to feel embarrassed)
through a magic mystic mirror hanging curtainless.

A glimpse near naked alleyways (denuded by the moon) ex-
poses...

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~ Oh, maiden of light cracks the wispy air open ,
wandering around viscous spaces
like virgin shadow caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
taller than guava trees dreamingly shedding
laces of northeast streams when
songbirds, orbits,...

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The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is;...

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"The Immensities"

I shut out the world 
and inside me the 
deep azurine blue 
jumbled pieces 
of unread hues 
between the 
boundaries 
of the lost world
within me and you 
becomes Blue Sky
Sky Blue

and further inwards
through deeper...

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OUTSIDE THE BOUNDS OF SISTER CECILIA

the best firecracker 
otherworldly seven hues
hiss, cackle, kaboom

Yes, dear ones, I want to own a pen that produces perfect penmanship, the curlicue calligraphy that Sister Cecilia would have hated. Each...

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You are the fresh pink rosebud when it blooms.
A creek murmurs as it passes past smooth rocks.
such as the hive bees' jig if they're full of perfume.
Curlicues on a vine look like your eyelash locks.
Red-winged...

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This summer, as ever, there's much to do.
But only one or two things I want to do.

I told Alan that, like him, I'm never bored.
But today, like a teenager, I'm both tired and bored.

The long...

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Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark...

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Computers can absolutely drive us to drink
It's programmed into their memory
Just when we think things are all hunky dory
It lets us down unceremoniously

To frustrate us more we even lose some data
Though we often hit “command/save”
But...

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Sand dunes are licking wounds desert looms through veil
Kites are awry from faster lane and clouds are in dovetail
Gods are playing wobble doable morning glory go
Bodies swoosh a push a rush, a sash falls in...

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Computers can absolutely drive us to drink
It's programmed into their memory
Just when we think things are all hunky dory
It lets us down unceremoniously

To frustrate us more we even lose some data
Though we often hit “command/save”
But...

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Watch him,
he with the curlicue words,
he's a talker
he needs to be noticed,

every word in his mouth is
a mouth full of more words.

He's okay, no-yes really, he has a dog,
a talking dog. The dog does not...

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Sotto voce a whisper sweet  
if by chance we should come to meet 
down in the valley where flowers bloom 
shall we enter a two way street? 

And if by chance this journey's fleet...

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Variegated yarn slides
and loops through my digits,
shifts from sunset hues to earthen curlicues.
Tension knots the forward carried yarn
like tales of old
in a “Sock it to me!” movie.

Serpentine needles circular as the sylvan sunset
kiss 	to form...

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 Lightening aims and shoots at my baby apple tree and with one searing snap, shears it into; smoke rises from the black trunk, curlicues toward sky.  Not old enough to birth little ones,...

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curlicues perhaps
the Catholic nun
wouldn’t let me engage
in penmanship shape
“shape up, sit straight!!”
yet the ancients
would whirligig
with their featherings
fill up the page
with their zorro-like signature
tap-tap-tap
the teacher’s brought me back
to life, to engage
in this ((yawn)) bor…ing
admonish the swording
don’t...

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THE BABY GRAND

The black baby grand, 
Caressed by a slender finger, 
By a young, red-haired’s fair, small hand, 
(With her russet curlicues in a bow) 
Emits cadences that languishing, linger
From the royal nook of the...

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johnny depp said america was a broken country
then apologized
jane fonda took a rebel stand against the vietnam war
then apologized

love means never having to say your sorry 
I love my country

we live in a tent under...

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a sparkling expanse, lapping the horizon,
crinkled by the weight of torrential bright

the airborne eye, squinting,
catches sight of a flotilla,  
parallel, bloodless gashes on liquid lapis, 
pointy beaks gently pecking docile waves,   ...

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SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT

lemon drops and lollipops,
spoiled lady with curlicues,

trilling lattice in garden
of words, dreadlocked with

little keys and lovely lyrics,
dulcet and vainglorious.

eye clouds lifting long lashes,
batting coyly at shoeless boys

buffed with cuts, stains and bruises.
A...

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~ Curlicues and squiggles ~


A skywriter flew by
   He drew a straight line
I looked up with a sigh
   What if the writing were mine

I'd draw curlicues
   jagged lines and...

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Stella
not a gal
yelled for
in
passion
but
a guy
passionately painting
my eyes
go back and forth
in lines
and curlicues
in lighting
and floral
propensity
irises flicker
voyaging North
and South
East         and West
without rest
strange fountainlike
fantasy
links with my mind
birds intertwine
vanilla egrets
alongside
imitate the...

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