Long Dendrite Poems

It was going to be the best Christmas of the most spectacular, magnificent Christmases in the world.
Certainly, the best one we had ever seen, for Grandma Winslet was coming from England which is big.
She used...

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It was going to be the best Christmas of the most spectacular, magnificent Christmases in the world.Certainly, the best one we had ever seen, for Grandma Winslet was coming from England which is big.
She used...

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Pure coincidence that live sheep are exposed in a new atom test 
I do not think so, as I am sure I am not exactly like most of the rest.
Pure conjecture brings me into my...

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The spring on the door reverberates. Freedom of the outdoors, a chill in Spring air. Minecraft becomes an imaginary sport. Boys swinging wooden branches - their swords, smacking the bark of innocent trees. We watch...

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Bursts Of Creativity...

Asper myself tend
to occur late at night,
or early morn 'o follow
wing day unbeknownst
despite acute insight
how, when, where, why...

ideas swarm and bite
inspiration doth alight
try as I might to
coax, anchor right,
burning candlebox at
both ends during...

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The poison parrot is repulsed by me, hates my art, laughs at my poems.
sneers when I enter my imaginary world, pokes fun at it.
She throws roadblocks into my mood zone,
destroys my great ideas as fast...

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Spring of 1971, happy laughter
Multi-colored flowers and happy faces
we drive painted vans our parents can afford
We pile in, meeting new friends, some potential lovers
Peppermint breath greet us in half beat valentine waves

Idealists abounded, we flash...

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Even now, Pigeons stool surprised 
     while ensconced in dovecote
whose twittering translated as coo coo not bright
asper Icarus aiming for mythic cull magic did excite
     popularized notion...

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Poetry prances into my dendrite field, taking charge,
Taking over, taking me hostage
Perhaps I want to paint today, I tell her.

She scoffs. Smacks me lightly on my brain stem.
Makes fun of me.
Calls me names.

I am not...

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Amateur poetry season is over, move closer, its wisdoms time for disclosure,
The takeover, sober, waging raging kosher words….….. Transferred,  
ABC’s with wise syntax, heard and dispersed to the brains synapse, 
Jumping the gaps, from...

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Sheila’s turn tonight. She had reserved the family brain a week ago.
Her brother Slade thought it was his turn. Hid the keys to it.
Furious, she pranced up and down on his head and neck, screaming.
Mom...

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my carnivore self is displayed out in the open
I tear a bovine’s tendons and muscle with gusto
my teeth coming up red and bloody;
it is the human way, is it not?

my mouth, throat and gullet gulp...

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I have escaped to my frog prince room to get away from my everyday messes.
I promised myself I would not do this again, reminding myself, "less is more."

But self did not listen.  We dragged...

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Promise me your hands will reach out
Resilient attachment starts in childhood
When the brain has colic outside the womb
A mother’s unconditional love soothes worries
When a birthday missed slices the cord
Like two neurons missing a connection
Like a...

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Luce had a million ideas
Her mind ran ahead of her all the time
Capturing things others missed
Putting them into the recesses of
the corners of her dendrite fields

Luce was not afraid to share.
Or take a chance.
She was...

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It began as an idea.
Hopped up on my dendrite highway.
Zoomed through my wide-open interstate and took me on a ride.
I was holding on as hard as I could.
 
A smile turned into a flat out...

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Adjectives laugh, insisting on their way
Bright eyed ideas determined to stay
Creativity ready to leap and parlay,
Dancing along my dendrite highway
Elusive words rather well fed
Frankenstein fodder explodes in my head.
Grotesque vocabulary parades in my brain.
Hip hop...

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Demons stand against the sidewalls of my brain
Tossing red hot peppers into my dendrite makers
Shaking their truth, wiggling their tongues
Yet saying nothing

My mind is warm today 
Not hot yet
Not hot thank God
My mind is warm...

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There are goldfish swimming in the recesses of my dendrite pool.
They are flashing their tails and being ever so cool.
I am trying to ignore them, thinking they might go away.
Trixie is laughing, for they very...

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She was a force to be reckoned with, outgoing, delightfully assertive, powerful, well-respected.
Her business was human resources.
She was the company expert. We could not have functioned without her.
She matched people to careers as smoothly as...

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My muse Trixie is always raring to go; she writes while I sleep.
I know because upon awakening I hear a poem often.
The last couple of lines anyway, which is truthfully rather exasperating.
She has favorite words...

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My muse Trixie is always raring to go; she writes while I sleep.
I know because upon awakening I hear a poem often.
The last couple of lines anyway, which is truthfully rather exasperating.
She has favorite words...

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Playing poem-making today. Twisting my brains into position. 
They are resisting in no way, realizing grown up Caren is in charge here.
I start a little gorilla missive.
It is going along nicely, and I am humming...

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Trixie, who loves orange, is today clog-dancing.
Her ready exhibitions are becoming so frequent many
poets would be embarrassed 
My poems are super confident, so I go along with my enthusisatic minion.

Trixie is thrilled with our stuff.
All...

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Ideas begin to percolate
They pop out of me in bubbles
Floating out the window
Stopping traffic
One hesitates
Apparently feels badly.
Changes directions and floats back.
I pop it and reptile, banana, and Grand Canyon fall out.

A blue banana riding a...

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