Long Decanted Poems

Aching
aching deep within
reaching out beyond the veil
never forgotten

All Aboard
body and soul combine
for the ride of a lifetime –
no return tickets

Am I me
I think I am me
I think, therefore, I am me
I am me I think

Astral...

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Now, as I retire after 50 years and look back on my life amid the well wishes from friends and the realization that this old body can no longer handle what my brain still yearns...

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I lie - what wife mine’d been saying (our solidarity betraying)
Was in fact much more dismaying: “Why have you not come before?
From our lives you’ve been absented – with your coming, I’m contented.”
Would I could...

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen 
of his quaint...

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A Ship In A Bottle
My great Grand Father sailed to New Zealand on a ship called the Wild Deer in 1872. I have always loved ships in bottles, and one day decided I would drain...

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(an interview with a Vampire)


A grain of sand was once my rock
this rock was once my life
and life was but a story,
lost in the nurseries of time.

The shadows you see
cannot be trusted,
the sun bleeds red...

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Snow gathered momentum to a chorus of confusion

	Echoes of tortuous silence

	A vacuum of restless reprieve

Like moist drift sand it spread its treacherous message

	Opened trap doors of innocence

	Coalesced sinkhole’s dredged mud

Answering unspoken questions it decanted crystals...

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Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts
ripped from black and white movies.
Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun,
one of her hands would refrain from touching her,
the other has been long carried off
by wolfish...

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stillness …

save a twittering bird ...
hand on clarity, hardness -
fingers spread
opposing - jets of oily black octopus ink, (resembling)
decanted, manipulated, channeled
barbed circles coalesce
language as beauty?
as malleable substance?
oh, indeed ...
swirled and crimped with astonishing intent
into intricate...

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In my most endearing reveries, I journey once more
where monoliths of stone rose from the rocky shore
reminiscing the joyful days we spent along the quay
as sunrise painted pastel hues over waves in the bay

We gazed...

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my flower ...
she sang for me -
ONLY for me
always in Japanese …
I did not know the words
I never asked her to translate
nor did I want the
jagged crimping of my own tongue to
ever attempt the exquisite
phrasing...

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A final letter from the heart my love



You sat in Vermeer’s room, maid by side;
As daylight positioned at your writing place,
Decanted through the stained glass view-
Where she did stand; there; observing
Those that came and went.
Your...

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I thank Our Ford that you are here.
I always want to have you near.
When you are here, the sky is clear.
You are always the sweetest dear.

Skies are blue, inside of you.
From that old bottle of...

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Rumours spreading ink 
          Blots on a character,
Insidiously virus like, 
          Duplicating cells,
Touching and impregnating 
 ...

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They’ll wonder, secret Valentine 
                       for fourteen days, in fourteen ways
The feelings of...

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Lord I'm so thirsty my mouth is parched
I am so hungry I need nourishment
It all Lord I am thirsty
You are my cup of water
In a drought
And Lord You Are My substance
Throwing my stomach Cries...

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Tortured mind that begets vague foreboding,
nebulous thoughts that twist into despair,
reason into mania eroding,
as grimaced lips mumble a nameless prayer.

Guilt as guillotine slices all reason
as blame pierces the faith that once was true,
voice of accusation...

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