Long Decays Poems

Written: 21 July 2023 
Submitted to No. 1231 New Poem Only Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Brian Strand 

Bridging the Unbridgeable Chasm*

As rises the wealth of nations,
As grows the limb of a township
So declines the flowers...

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Mechanism 1
Part #1

The things outside of my window dry out my eyes. The egg that I saturated has mold on it. The moon decays when I speak. The stars are all just God’s germs. Lately...

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.........................................INNOCENCE
..................................Oh!  it is so very asleep
.........................As we grow up the bliss that we seek 
....................To stay innocent blissfully innocent -As kids
...............My lovely world-  it conspires to keep me so clean
..........No cigarettes no porn...

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Sunset

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Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on my melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on our backs and shoulders
and faces turned down and in to hunt,
to fish.
We start this day with gratitude
for...

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In the eases softening breeze leaves rustle in the crisp
Autumn air, as the creeping shadows begin to claim the
Hallows of the darkening night, layer by layer the blackness
Swallows whole the last remaining essence of light,...

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Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on this melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on backs and shoulders
and faces turned down and in to hunt,
to fish.
We start each day with gratitude
for warmth...

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In a deep sleep, I fell upon the fields, tired, rejuvenated, and blessed
Wandering in many a dream

A warm sun creeping from the heavy cream clouds awoke me,
And I felt His presence once again
Sitting up, I...

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We knew more about our mother. While, father was a revered persona , a bit distant.
Our mother was always an undertone in front of father, an unrecognized delicate privacy, worn out
Her lingering incomplete silences used...

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The typewriters tap,
with a rat-a-tat-tat,
like a fourth estate rap
to provide us the pap
(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)
in a newspaper scrap
crammed with meaningless crap
from the editor's yap
(spewing flimflamy flak, booming rat-a-tat-tat)
after gashing a...

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As an earth bound entity
Encased in this organic form
That decays moment to moment
Bewildered by illusion, thus in delusion
We are asked to repent and believe
That we may return to God’s fold
Wherefrom we strayed away
Termed as fall...

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Envy in the eyes of sky
At the concentric circles of
Expanding beauty
To disappear from where it rose
Leaving behind
Poems that we read
To be happy

Here water is golden
There it's blue
A domestic lizard falls 
From the beak of a...

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The Hero, Raven, Poe And First Encounter,
Part Two , Of Three, Dedicated To Master Poe 
 
 Dying massive suns, exploding black moons,
loaded guns, death arriving far too soon.
Anguish, oozing pain, sad pitiful cries
rotting remains,...

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Where do we go after the grass is grown?
What of the rabbit hole between rows of stone?
Is this how we will remain when the world is dust?
If so can we be saved when the air...

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These lines were written for a contest about aging on another poetry site. They do not reflect my attitude about the process, nor should you allow them to affect you.


My sorrowful thoughts were wandering in...

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I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but...

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Octopuses From Outer Space

I'm glad I'm not some 'octoplie'
I'd not serve friends in Shephard's Pie
What slimy mollusk could invent
Or needs eight arms: A hollow tent
(More land than sea) who won't pay rent!
Rich born with more?...

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In a way, this worn-out frame is becoming something new…but, there’s hardly anything aversion and/or love together can undo
I still haven’t even realized myself in a long while…
I have accidently lost hundreds of my poetry...

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I should really be writing my essay (due tomorrow!) but I can't have this poem stand here 
under my  name without some well due editing. I would remove it but I feel like I...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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It is written that you left everything
That you emptied yourself of all
I find in this so dangerous a meaning
But it explains the significance of the fall
It explains the value of my worth
Something I tremble to...

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There’s a whisper in the air that tells me something sweet
The breath of which moves the vibrant colors of leaves on the tree
Moves the foliage with a rustle in an attempt to please,
To appease my...

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Miracles of GrandMother WinWin Tree
begin with her purgative peaceful birth.
For at this time,
so long before her cycling rings of time began,
we see her original seed
and this seed's less original composting environment,
and within this brief timeless...

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When the physical body wears out, it dies.  When it dies, the tissues, organs, nerves, fluids, etc., rapidly disintegrate. Left alone, in time, the physical body completely disappears…with, perhaps, only a few bone fragments...

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I searched a thousand dreams 
living inside each and every thought 
you linking my arm love, 
walking along the five fingers golden strand 
in my living memory none can compare 
free and alive our memories...

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