Long Dissembled Poems

Romance Day And Night

How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or rather without when the Ages seemed dark
and oriental spices called...

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Writing with peace about the Avenger
She assembled words of worship
Simplicity filled her pages

Writing with perseverance for the Builder
She bumbled with joyful jubilance
With truth, she engages

Writing with praise for the Creator
She crumbled her satisfied soul 
Joy...

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... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting...

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The gentle buzzing sound echoed memories of a fading childhood

When she and her cousin had whispered secrets at the mosque

About undying love and first kisses before being stung by a bee

‘Honey, don’t worry they make...

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Through the glistening sunshine, he rode, the masked man,
His face dissembled, but held high in pride.
No one would dare ask what his name or history was,
Neither did someone know what beneath the mask, lied.
For what...

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Translation

So something has happened and you are not quite sure
What it is your woman is thinking
Don’t be confused or fret overlong
You only need a translation.
Just look at the words without the distraction
The emotion of the...

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There was a time with raging blaze

          when suspension lost track

               ...

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Straw Men (for Patrick and others)    

There are scant few of them now, standing
In the rows of my memorably failed crop.

They came dressed as they were.
I always complimented them.

Counting on them to...

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We used to share dreams;
thoughts, my sister and me.
I occupied the top bunk, she the lower
in the cold, dank bedroom
we once inhabited from dusk to dawn.

Not prophetic dreams, the future;
we had no perception, illusions.
No exchanging,...

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It’s fall of 1888, the south of France,
In the verdant fields of Arles,
Two artists shared a single dream,
And so began their quarrel.
Vincent paved the way for Paul
With bold sunflower sprays.
Paul dissembled, stating plain,
“More practiced effort...

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Where's my soul? 
Come, show me myself.
But just as I looked into my own reflection, 
Behold, it was another person staring back at me; my identity is gone. 
Not knowing my own self but in...

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As she laid their, withering,
Her mind in a fog,
She stared at the dissembled body, of the one she once loved,
The blaring sounds of bombs, shouts in the distance, and thundering gun shots
The woman screams at...

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Stay now with me , and listen to my sighs,
Bidding me to drain the curse and know it all.
	Feigned that I spake ill of thee,
As to who beholds two currents thwart amid
	the fluctous profound.

	Pass ,...

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Memory is my fading friend
of millennial days transpired—
faithful scribe and guardian
who measured mercy and intent
and gauged love’s joyful glint—
yet never turned from rutted path
when sorrow’s specter, tinged
in mottled shades of gray and black,
sought only to...

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Chanel  #5


	She was immersed in a shallow
Dialogue with the guy—next—door.
	A distant conversation,
Mingling with his heart, his senses.
	Her “fake” pheromones
Brought him in to an all new ecstasy.
	This brings us to the synopsis,
About the pheromone phenomenon.
	Deceit...

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Tripping Point: An Opioid Odyssey 

There are lines we cannot see, hardly know exist
Until we cross them. Then, as if by trip wire,
The temptress snare catapults us into a world
Of primeval darkness with no guide...

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So many are self-contained.
Wanting freedom agonized by pain.
They want democracy and equality which encourages hope and pride.
To give up your rights and your opinion is suicide.
I don’t encourage violence.
But a voice without words will be...

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When one has been rejected as much as I,
dissembled to and told naught but lies,
it would please to have no need to abide
by the love of any man.

For at my young and tender age,
my heart...

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Cloaked Thoughts
By: Miracle Man
2/25/2020

Dissembled thoughts never go on trial,
in psyche's dusty corner their life is spent.
Unless fruition comes by our lifestyle,
intent remains always, to circumvent. 

Our thoughts are owned until we opt to share, 
but...

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So August comes to its soporific twilight
and furtively stares at September,
stance indulged in reassuring ataraxy
August blinks
September earns
September, bearing its comely plethora of dulcet promises
Woe, those of August
For it is fugacious and dalliant
Woe, September, mocking the...

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