Long Disfiguring Poems

VOICE OF PEACE

Why oh why is our streets desolate?  
Different sounds of stray guns 
replacing the jubilant noise of children,
turning our borders into theaters of war.
We walk with the wrong conviction, 
obviously the blame...

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The House That Jack Built (Pt. 2)

During Summer’s sweet vacation and sometimes on a school night,
 When most were safe in Dreamland and the Village bathed in moonlight,
 Nancy would toss gravel near my bedroom...

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The things I've been, the things I have been, the things I am, things I'm to be,
a symbol so dark, a sign so brite, a mark of the heart,
shadow of the soul,
rind of mind,
as the...

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How strong is your love? 
          Should a rather cruel fate befall me; 
          a disfiguring accident...

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Almost a century ago
Innocent blood was spilt
Almost a century ago
But there remains the guilt

The world must acknowledge
The Armenian genocide
The blood won’t wash away
There is no place to hide

One million and a half
Of Armenians met death
Their...

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(please note dunners are debt collectors)
(Netto is a low cost Supermarket)

In these isles of cheap illusion
the kids run free,
screaming for the sugar of childhood.
While their mother walks on
down wine bottle lane,
to escape life’s demons
for one...

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Let me be the first 
 to have the audacity to translate, 
This piece of mystery molded 
         in a magical meadow of mistakes,
The reckless subject, there,
...

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If time wasn’t linear
and life was an orbit,
pain couldn’t make me old
and age wouldn’t sound morbid.

I’d know every ending
would only bring pause;
that birth was just as relevant
as any loss.

I’d know eyes are subjective,
and the mind...

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Whose “image and likeness”


I ache as my spirit recoils, denies
the truth of what we have become.
…in his image and likeness..

surely there could not be
a “god” so disfigured, so ugly
as to hate its offspring,

send assassins into...

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Three thousand ginger bread cookies 
On a purple path to shade 
Twisted Time Diagonally 
Elusively Disfiguring Reality 
Green was Blue 
Blue was Happy 
Happy was Sneezy 
And the other Six dwarves 
never showed 
They didn't...

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Shut eyelids in duty-filled rooms
Instant graveyards make of busy offices:
A longing for robots to take over the brooms
Or complete the suspended notices!

Eyes are closed by wage-earners,
In their old jobs seeming accursed learners:
What, if their superiors’...

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How the disfiguring shadows blend
And fluctuate in streams,
When waits the final journey’s end
Concluding points of dreams;
And then bestow a burning kiss
Upon the lips and skin,
For what remains is only this,
When life is gathered in.

How the...

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TORNADO SEASON

  storms
 of spring
happening
                             ...

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Like the rapist 	
and the molester,
a nose-cutter with 
chilling impulses
emerges from
mind’s murky nook.

He always drops
atrocities 
in his wife-bin. 
Male chauvinism 
creates a 
concentration camp
in her kitchen 
and bed-room.
He’s her gadget 
producing 
hypertension.

Her nose ring 
is...

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The name,
went begging to yield.
Dispute was becoming a point of disorder.
A fire on ice, I was burning inside.

Unabated, the storm
was raging in bush. The candor was lost.
We were drying up in shade. One eccentric
nerve poison...

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