Long Dizzying Poems

It was at this point 11 o'clock 
At night. Damian Left Molly and 
Checked on the seven. Everybody 
Was fine. He returned to 
Business. Molly was no longer 
Afraid she knew she was in the...

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Differences – you say !

I – me Lass – brave Helios, rides his golden chariot, 
drawn by fiery Steeds, into the vastness of this universe.

These mighty Titans, dispatched – brilliant, glowing -
ruled, controlled the blueness...

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Of Ghosts and fiends in Twilight, Cont.


A thought flashed in my mind from the old tales told
The lore of the beast and I had felt his foul breath
I had seconds to act or be devoured...

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Because people have made her promises in the past and they’ve broken them. Because no matter how hard she works or how good of a person she is, she doesn’t believe she is worthy of...

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During the days before the 
Vacation began FIRST: there
was a thunderous knock on
The door of Damian Hakim's 
Residence. Damian Junior ran
To answer the door.  But
Damian was disturbed in his
den by the omenous knock.
Damian asked...

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The very fact of being alive, often causes one to seek adventure;
And sometimes it is no deterrent, when it carries traces of danger.

I was not a seasoned survivalist, but very much loved the outdoors,
Like varicolored...

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Spirit and sponsor sane sexagenarian scribe (and his spouse) to a Utopian country

He seeks (in tandem with the missus) 
legal asylum in Canada...
New Brunswick, Newfoundland, 
Nova Scotia, et cetera,
or any other socially 
progressive European country,
and...

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Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of...

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It seems to me that being born to be first is a long journey course of first an open door of loneliness unsure steps needing to apply to your name first for whatever the worth...

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I know you are there
On the other side
Waiting anxiously for me
There at Dreamland’s Gate
So I close my eyes tight
To hurry myself to you
Hoping sleep comes quickly
To carry me to your arms
Which are reaching through the...

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Sane sexagenarian scribe seeks asylum in Canada...

should Trump swindle electorate by hook or crook,
(1003 days, 9 hours, and
32 minutes until 2024 election),
yours truly steels, girds, braces... himself,
and plots serious outlook
pondering exiting United States
(stage door left)
while...

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So, Mother, where do you get all your creative ideas?

Outside, of course.
I'm not known as MotherNature for nothing
after all Earth's regeneration
is too often said
and too seldom done
with unconditional regard
for our Green Vegetation Tribes.

OK, that almost...

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A street beat… no, a clave/ not just one, but a chorus of Cuban souls, whispering stories of sun-drenched streets/ sugar cane rum, and women of the streets/ Conga lines in the neighborhood/ Fidel Castro...

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breeding frenzied jawboning 
nastiness, rock'm sock'm vermin 
zealously, dizzying hordes kickstart 
outrageous trampling, xMen busting

displays, heralding luminary 
pastoral times, Xing Bethlehem
figurine Jesus observes sacrilegious 
wackiness anarchy.

* * * * * * * * * *...

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I know you are there
On the other side
Waiting anxiously for me
There at Dreamland’s Gate
So I close my eyes tight
To hurry myself to you
Hoping sleep comes quickly
To carry me to your arms
Which are reaching through the...

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What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching your breath enter and leave, the rise and fall of...

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...One such person was the bold Tanya Trace,
a reporter who worked online click-bait,
she lived in New York, knew all the right names,
liked the right causes, knew which folk to hate.

She’d see a tale of Dan...

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(following on figurative heals 
   sans, l'amour, 
i.e.,and that bastard conception 
   of life, liberty, and the
pursuit by George - Marshall ling, Grant 
   ting, and Bing Frank.)

Expectant motherhood...

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I was less than the spark at the start of the flame,
When You fashioned my cage out of Truth's rules and morals.

I was fresh from the morning and sparkling with dew,
When the breath of Your...

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Loving life hid beneath rim of cool ceramic bowl
Tree frog claimed proud place, toilet's homely hole
Enamoured by his simple palace making stance
I bend to peer at his green grip toe stick, entranced

My ordinary admonished by...

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She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her...

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Long ago far from Annwn, roaming the castle of Bedlam                         ...

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The more popular path is a wider,
more windy one. A bend here,a 
nook there, surreal images to entice 
everyone.And it's all about havin' so much fun.

You weave through a forest of barren trees,
having already dropped...

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Beneath heavy eyelids woven from the shadows of the night,
In the gardens of silence, time whispers questions through the ages,
Why, amidst walls frailly built from the silk of longing,
Do I incessantly love the slender thread,...

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*** OF AND ABOUT IT ALL ***

Life’s  so much a-coming or a-going,
With hours of waiting or flowing
From now to next
While we step about, hopefully blessed —
On a quest for things major or minor to...

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