Long Daubing Poems

* This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. *

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I was young when I realized my mom was different,
Different from me at least, for sometimes 
She would draw or paint and miracles would happen.
Her penciled or charcoaled strokes on paper projecting life
Into two dimensions,...

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in this world of the limped nuptial 
i’ve appeared as a power-missile of the lac-dye 
that is used by the hindu women 
to paint the border of their feet 

the tooth-ache of some-one pumpkin 
that...

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Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three

pardon moi as I self plagiarize
with slight modifications
cuz following words written
at least an Earth's orbit ago
exhibits pearls of jocularity.

I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a faux young...

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I've courted luck, in countless ways
      Against the ragged judgments and self-umbrage
         I still draw breath, and the mirror has been charitable
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My mind is already at the finish line
Right before the gun fired
My mind is already at the finish line waiting to foresee 
what 
the 
hell 
you 
got 
beneath that skin
That thin skin gets torn with...

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Ocean view ... yawning azure
          wakes and smiles, the lemon drop sun
     daubing sprites on wave tops -

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“kiss me”

you whisper softly
then blush …
at least it SEEMS so
cheeks of a subtle crimson glow
you - reclining on white
the yawning waffle-weave towel
spread on cooling sand
your tawny hair weaving its way
off the edge, twining the dune...

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I blundered …

through the dark forest -
I knew where I was headed
though I’d lost the trail many hours hence
but darkness had now fallen
and my face and arms
were etched red from my many stumbles
(tripping in the...

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I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a young frisky
buck naked and bare
no matter weight of world
and personal woes oppressive,
yours truly shrugged,

(she loves you yea... yea... yea...
think Atlas) "faking" without care
free, able, ready, and
willing...

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HOLY GLORIOUS TO THE HIGHEST PRAISE HAIL HALLELUJAH

Much I marveled
The spiritual doxology
The sacred sobbing
Holy! Glorious I rejoiced I, Yes We Holy-Holy

HOLY GLORIOUS TO THE HIGHEST PRAISE HAIL HALLELUJAH

And the alto basses were daubing
Singing their Hallelujah...

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can you tell me ...

where have true hearts gone -
bosoms that heave
with thrums of passion and mystery?
could it be these antediluvian
eyes are just shortening shadows -
daubing change and momentum with
the dark shades of what was?
I...

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7.
the leaf of jack-fruit is luxuriant 
i can’t remember whether i ever notice 
the portrait of your face on it  

there are so many words 
that are slippery 

how much rustic is the dust...

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Watcher ...

he wandered the upper
moorland mists -
the highest fells of Scottish countryside -
wrapped in robes of wan, wispy light …
aglow like the full of the moon,
and aback a white Arabian stallion …
he commanded the
brume and...

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Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift me to the seamless realms of delight.
Your ubiquitous presence I feel; 
In the hum of crickets, in the silence of the stars,
In the falling cataracts, in the running streams,
You are there...

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Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift us to the seamless realms of delight
Your ubiquitous presence we feel; 
In the hum of crickets
In the silence of the stars
In the falling cataracts
In the running streams
You are there in the...

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Eyelids bat and blink through break of day

     Sunrise daubing reach with pastels, bright

         Friends and kin and games are on the way

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Spring shifts a bright sky
into streaks of gray,
in it's own unpredictable way.

The daffodils are weakening
storm damaged, they struggle
to blow their leaky yellow trumpets.

Warm days still end with a chill
the dawn remains wet nosed,
but summer is...

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Wink at me,
shimmered vixen ...
dawn waits
to warm your feet,
and tickle your toes!
Tell me, true,
your tale ...
an age spent
twinkling -
daubing night
with your kiss ...
twilight's paramour,
teasing the sun to rise,
I ...
but your earthly fool.






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Nobody here delivered to be deaf
And introvert of his stools
Life is the bunch of roses
Fruitful to smells and holds for precious
Letting any motion mining marigolds
Of their flowers fairy blossoms
Blooming to stage of groans
To be very...

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