Long Defamed Poems

That's where her house used to stand
smack dab in the middle of a dead end road
The prettiest talker you'd ever want to hear
Known for her elegant tea parties in her grand abode

Red roses adorned the...

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When I came upon the ancient temple
it was in a howling storm of a sand
arid dust blinding me to everything I am
 
I had staggered across the thirsting deserts
while dreaming of the water
I held within my...

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some-tin-can-tan-man 
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
  a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
	in the skies
  clouds streaming down
hispeed downsload online power lines
  pavement-red trees ripe for slicing
 and many motored mobiles moving
i...

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My spirit is locked in a conversation with my soul and my heart is crying out for more, you have stretched me to the limit just to see if I am fit, but I kept...

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All things you have made fine      in their season
the tendernesses of Love   the razor of our reason
hollowed out the canyons    where the waters fall
celestial lights...

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For the day had come
that the daughter of one,
now the cost of her love
mothers youngest born son,
would declare her unfit 
as a parent and mother
for not having picked 
one child over the other.

With her ignorant...

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Anne Murray did have quite the flurry, voice as a brook without crooks
 Canadian born, songs of forlorn, beautiful vibes, I subscribed
Such singing as a bird, the world has never heard, she splurged
“O Little Snow...

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Ephemeral Recollections of the Passage of Time 

Ephemeral recollections of the passage of time  
General inspections of a population in decline
Congenital directions of a genealogy in scientific refine 
Perennial distortions of a perspective in...

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Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my...

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Slaves to Perception….
 
Perception is influenced by probability judgments formed on the basis of earlier actions performed in similar situations
 
 
And I think I know
 
As much as I know of a triangle and breathed in the number...

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In your eyes a spark still survives
A place where your dreams flies
With your hand, mind and heart
Created a sweet that was art

One fateful day you questioned the books
To find honey mouthed partner a crook
The trust...

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Written: January 07, 2024
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eyes are soul gates      even in disguise      they do not lie
visual cues...

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Kajal* in her lids, circling her plastic eyes,
Doll eyes that seem unreal.
Single rose perched atop her bun.
The red matching her blouse and her lips.
Her beady purse dangling by,
Shimmering in the neon light.
The whore from Faridabad...

Men...

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Flamboyant swashes; flaming crimson,
could be my face, as the flyswatter-hand
could impress such lettering upon my cheek.
so I
severed the crescent-angel of my imagination,
dashed my dreamy cursive, expunged the end;
held my breath as I curtailed the honey-alphabet.
Nun...

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Betrayal crept in on silent feet,
A shadow cloaked in kinship’s deceit.
A dream once bright, now smeared in ash,
A brother-in-law turned thief of cash.

But it wasn't just a business he chose to steal;
He tore apart bonds...

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As old as the beholder all that He made it was very good                      ...

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Where Has All The Beauty Gone?

There is no time like the now times,
The ever-present blood-swooshing times.
Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders,
To the never-ending rhapsodies of erotic impulses,
Which exhale as a listless leviathan...

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From the time of Washington to today,
We have been in a "severe and constant struggle"
For America to be America again.
We have been hindered, but not stopped, 
Chained but not bound,
Beaten but not killed, dying, but...

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It was summer time, a time for planting and reaping 
and when it came to my dad well he could make that garden sing 
He spent hours nurturing his plum tomatoes, while I his offspring
could...

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In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree 
Placed in garden of Gethsemane 
An olive to the knee

Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks...

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In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree 
Placed in garden of Gethsemane 
An olive to the knee

Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks...

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like a phoenix rising from the ashes of addiction
straight outta perdition...hellfire and heat...once frying in the friction
doom dramas and terrible traditions...pornographic pictures burned by scriptures
a new adventure on a lost highway

full speed ahead...i fly away...

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In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree 
Placed in garden of Gethsemane 
An olive to the knee

Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks...

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He is a Hero

(06/08/2011)

Defamed leaders, one thing we can’t resist
Remember, that One ever suspected communist,
Another One hid behind father’s name,
Next One, took his seat for granted,
And this One, trying too hard to fame
But those were...

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In a public washroom, can Kings ever be DEthroned?
When a cowboy moves to the city, is he DEranged?
Do photographers wishes sometimes DEvelop?
Are former famous models ever DEposed?
When a ship leave for the Caribbean, is it...

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