Long Demarcations Poems

The greatest performance of my life.  
Howard’s proud piece de resistance award  on Poetry Nook for my magnum opus “Rush Amid The Rapids” in their daily member section.
After endless hours of toil, tribulation,...

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Leonardo more than a Renaissance man
artist? yes but - 
sculptor? yes but - 
musician? yes but - 
anatomist? yes but - 
cartographer? yes but - 
scientist? yes but - 
engineer? yes but - 
inventor? yes...

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Nature made convenient sluice, 
when pool water did wend
     down the gentle slope 
     describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
 
er steadily chugging, chiseling, 
    ...

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Wisdom and understanding do raise their voice
On the stands beside the paths they yell that you make a choice; 
At the gates of bazaars both do cry hoarse and loud, 
And wonder how orderly the...

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ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE DEATH
OF A PARAMOUR
How many faces shroud
A paramour ?
One, two, more!
He was vibrant
Man hood with veins and vines
Gushing passion
Historicity
Genetic thread bestowed
Chewing wild passions
Bit by bit
Anaconda devouring tender deer
Deliciously.
Adolescent love
Infatuations
Treacherous;
And on by virtue...

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Things confuse me easily these days 
it might be age or some kind of rare 
oncoming dementia preparing me for 
a difficult but joyous passage of elder 
time fulfilling my wildest dreams or perhaps 
a...

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Double-binding demarcations of physical incarnation
Follow time's conceptual season path.

What we have named "time"
remains elusive, evasive,
does not present itself.
Ubiquitously coincidental with flow of thought,
fertile consciousness,
yet climatically optimized in HereNow forms.
Double-bound, double negatives
yet climaxing within dense in-formating...

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Crowned with a tiara,precious white,
crashing at the heels turquoise tide.
here all known colors exude through ,
at every step diversities brew.

The winds of past,
would forever last.
waltzing around the weaver's needle,
or reverberating through the artisan's chisel.

through the...

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At the crossroads of time, where April flinches in buds parted,
Spring dwells in the temple, a priestess in a procession of timid lights.
A gentle breeze blows, carrying dreams stormy on the orbit of the stars,
Through...

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Electric highways sing through open lines
Lullaby's hum good-byes as morning calls
Hang out before they hang up a smile
Yellow birds come to cling
Come alive up on live wires
Thin metallic demarcations safe
That stretch the mind for miles...

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The question itself begs interpretation,
The word 'where' concealing so many implications
  Is this 'where' a physical place, or state of mind?
  Perhaps it's with a higher consciousness aligned?

Boston, London, Paris, or Rome? Cairo,...

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Along the stretch of an alley etched in cracked cobblestone,
Walks a conquered weary swain besides his penumbral casted clone.

Onwards he treads towards the recycled mill of a matted ride,
As calcitrated gravel pebbles are tumbled by...

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Paired, With Reservations

The soft curve of her spirit- 
Her true shape only emergent after countless
Half-glances in the half-light of morning’s edge.
What line is drawn by the knife-edge of the sun’s first rays?
Who is slain in...

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It has been said that pain is
a conversation waiting to be had.
If that is so, there’s so much to share:

Today, the term the United States
is on the road to becoming less and less
an applicable synonym...

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imagine yourself from where you stand
to vanishing point in all directions
out in the midst of no man's land
nothing but grid and introspections

it's quiet out here, with nary a breeze
shells quietly exploding now in your head
lost...

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