Long Dizzied Poems

*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of Gwent
And traipse through forest shade
They packed a picnic lunch for...

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I met the greatest love of my life when I was the innocent age of sixteen.  She entered it the way mist creeps along the early morning ground after a night’s rain, effortlessly… Without...

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Swaying and shuffling to the bathroom,
		once again,
			I hoped this time that I’d summon the wherewithal 
		to finally start my Saturday.
  	But my visit was bookended by
		my usual return to bed.
The previous night’s tequila and...

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Driving in Atlanta past pear trees, struck
with spring lightning, I rolled down my window 
as if breathing deeply might anchor their passing, 
perfect beauty. Paula, with whom we share
in her meditation class, (she, of the...

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Kali, Kali, Kali
She is the sated navy night
Swathed with soldering white stars 
Warm summer air, coastal dream

An unwavering fortune of 
deep, red Eden grapes
Hanging like drops of sweet wine

Shifting with dark leaves 
the balmy breeze
with...

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Her curves are rinsing their endless constellation
beneath hot rainfalls of white shower steam,
which is why I stand quiet, sinfully agape even
and willfully paralyzed by an ambrosia of slender echoes.
A drunken prize fighter, dazed by countless...

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The drunk fell back and tumbled over garbage cans,
not amusing as he dropped like a stone.
His arms tightened as he tried to brace
for impact,
Oh, what a disgrace,
and it’s more than just a matter of fact.
A...

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He's been dizzied by the changes
     through which night and day revolve,
His heart's been captured by conflicts
     nobody dares to resolve.
Has looked upon that well lit path
...

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I.
My whole body was trembling in shock
My blood, as if flowing back to my heart, dizzied
My vision as I kept on
In my delirium to aid the young man spitting
up his own organs beside me.

His organs...

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You are always 
Dancing dead on the inside.
Lots of drugs swimming with lots of alcohol, 
Moving your feet to the beat you taste
But not the beat you feel.

You are always
Dancing dead on the inside
And beyond...

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from: "Me to You", by Alastair Reid

"...write me about the weather.

Perhaps
a letter across water,
something like this, but better,
would almost take us strangely
closer to home.

Write, and I'll come."
. . . . . . . . ....

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He snatched me, cuddled me, 
A straying lamb in the wild.  
I peeked into his eyes; a flame danced.
I cupped my mouth, mumbled: 
In love with me! 

He pressed me to his heart; 
Kissed...

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A pulsating crimson dusk that settled heavy one year ago
Through the valley cleaved within my skyline
Winging down was that slyly cunning Egret
Never to outrun that cry shining in her eyes

Her smoky copper silhouette shaded by...

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Bittersweet, sorrowful, the air tonight tasted.
A gentle breeze swirled around and into me.
With each breath, I drank in the ambiance-
Fragrant, the autumn evening rushed me;
a smooth and potent red wine that
opened my disillusioned consciousness.
I surrendered...

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Sculpted emerald hewn from flora,
  Shapes of wolf and killer bear,
Silent stalkers cast an aura,
  Frozen, snow-flecked, stand and stare.
Visual periphery, cornered eye,
  Did it shift a fraction then?
Glimpsed a world somewhat...

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Longing in lowly light of longer days
by which a summer wilts paternal dreams
and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring:

the budding void that stamps an empty swing
seen swaying golden locks ungated beams
my own Begotten streamed...

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aboriginal saintly crickets painted
 in thier red dust bleached masquera
 jump jubilently in the drygrass.

 dark yellow paint chips erode away 
 on a lone steeple house.
 they fall to the ground like scorched 
...

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Claps of thunder, growling sighs
Crackling light spears, ruptured skies
Dark bruised smudges, jostling clouds
Wanton weaving, angry shrouds.

Water effusions, driving rain
Flooded fields, congested drains
Forcible winds, quaking leaves
Bending branches, bowing trees.

Birds are silent, shy dogs hide
Children reach for...

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