Long Cyan Poems

by the interpretation comes perception—the faraway dream, the symbols—or the way I attack myself—in harassing my screams. upon a wishbone, to feel some semblance, listening to darker parts; the curse of the psychiatrist, hassled for...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of unborn flowers, 
wishes for a 
meditative 
musing amidst 
this mocha...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid,...

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When cyan night's 
raspberry moon
is dipped in softness 
of the afterglows, 
I gaze at that glossy
first evening star between 
creamy fingers of 
my cherry palm, 
which trace lunar kins -
those angelic fireflies, 
twinkling and pirouetting,...

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I surf through the crooning crests
of warm, blue waters,
breathing poetry and prose,
carved in topaz and turquoise,
for I am the goddess
of the bittersweet estuary,
crowned with foamy salt and sea glass,
intoxicated by inked
sapphires and solitude.
This quill longs...

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Written: June 07, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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The Phantom Choir

In the quiescence of last Sunday,
Prophecy heralded the hour past two,
I heard...

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his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent

he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part...

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Written: February 11, 2024
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Features: fugacious fascinating beat
I saw smoke, but no flames in sight
I caught a cynosure of...

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Written: September 30, 2023
Sponsored by: Silent One                   Pick a Colour Contest   

"There is my body,...

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*Image of Blues by Google.com.

Blue In Centerstage
Fondly, instants our measure of blue ... a boost or flat bring on,
Promptly, sea and sky are limelight ... point of view as quite concise,
Nonchalantly, unconcern and clamminess ......

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Olive was vibrant and deliberated in awe in front of her wardrobe

Should she put on that glorious fox pelt for the night’s Hunters Ball

Surely it had to be politically correct and she would claim her...

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An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where, 
Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and 
Equinoctial...

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Blest with garments of varied hues and shades’ assortment
I practice an organized monthly color-scheme adornment…

January is greeted with vibrant green’s life-oozing zest
along moss, emerald and mint scarfs’ accenting best.

With blue motif of azure or cerulean...

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He 
has certainly 
perfected the art 
of being a smart a** -
a trait that swims like a tadpole 
in his father’s gene pool
and nurtured by that very nature..
his tongue swells with sarcasm 
his mouth just...

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He thought that he had lost all his marbles on the crossing

The autumn tides had been huge and the currents strong


Mostly the aquamarine ones off track and abandoned

A bit like blue smarties excluded from the...

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Sounds creep into my ear, sounds that have wandered 
over these valleys, mounts and plains, once debased by ruined man,
sounds that creep from the crevices of these wrecks, they have wandered-
over time and seasons, under...

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Here lies my notepad, covered in scrawl, my pencil rolls on to the table
I watch as it rolls and suspect it may fall, but it stops at the edge, balanced and stable
The cloth it is...

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“Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever 
  penetrated into the ear of man or woman.”          Quote: E. M. Forster 
"...

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Three faceless Misses
amble amidst vagarious March rains
under parasols / veiled in the anonymity of death/burial 

Three / shifting between tangible lives
breathless bellies barely acclimated to first-life
Brown girls who were shadows before second death

Voiceless / ambassadors...

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When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal 
breeze of yesterdays.

And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the sun,
at the end of your horizon,
seems brighter
than the skies in...

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Blue Magic



               Nitrogen and oxygen meet wavelengths in a sky gathering
          ...

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O Nebulae of Heart and Soul!
In infrared portrayal WISE,
your colors grace the stellar skies.
Have you a core celestial role?

Supernal presences you seem
that steal one’s fancy unawares,
far-off from earthly human cares,
inspiring a soulful dream.

Does music of...

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Smoke drifts across the field,
explosions, distant and blurred.
Machine guns discharging rounds,
Scorpions launching slugs.
Flashes of fire, 
plasma blue, violet and emerald. 
Constant noise, deafeningly loud.

Longswords rocket above, 
Banshees screeching past,
Seraphs wheeling about. 
Carriers, 
their strange curves...

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Written: April 1st, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand

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esoteric lines are etched
with antique ink
as wise men dither to think
euphoria blazes 
as fresh...

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Bold navy as dark and pure as the cold frosty night.
Chilled season’s symphony opens with eight notes come what might.
Short blast followed by long note repeated short followed by long.
Thunder has begun it’s familiar fifth...

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