Long Dotting Poems

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
me
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger...

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I come from a family of high dots                           ...

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The sunshine and singing birds, awoke me that fine day;
And warmth caressed my face, as the wrens began to play.

I stretched luxuriantly in my bed, while smiling broadly,
At the gaiety of beautiful summer, in all...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting...

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Sacred communion,
said the retiring priest,
feeds and waters my good news vision

Gazing deeply within
and beyond
what is in front of,
and behind,
my bilateral balancing
co-invested eyes

And ears
rehearing a moment apart
from what has gone before
and whom we will sacredly become

More...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
invariably communicated,
sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other...

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Why does the voiceless canary stare so bleakly?
Why do the sullen grey clouds desert a sombre sky?
As the ugly black smog blots out the valiant sun’s rays
The honey less flowers kiss the dying bees’ goodbye
Never...

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Back then, I’d never heard of Robinson Jeffers. My friend told us he was a famous poet and Tor House was where he lived with his family for much of his life. Definitely a stop...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve....

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It was strange
the cars, 
like stand alones, all unoccupied,
dotting the dark wet stained streets,
the moon licking puddles 
like a stray dog thirsty 
checking its reflection 
for a friend, yet no master -
It was strange
the cars,...

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Walking the path each day
introverted thoughts in 
cased in my skull
a boneyard of ebbing 
memories and thought-processes 
back slightly hunched over 
eyes to the ground 
seeing earth, stone 
cracks, grass, flowers 
bird droppings, dog's as...

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Only on his palm were cowries
And thread-cloaked bullhorn found.
Only on his neck we found 
The  coral beads of truth and courage.
Only on  his hands lies the
Pearl of selflessness and 
Emblem of  Pedantry.
Only...

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October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can...

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Autumn In The Air - Hooray

Respite from punishing 
     heat wave - yay
which above line,
     could "speak" volumes,
     and be a stand alone...

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The Peterson Directed Handwriting System...

Tis beyond the depth and scope
of this electronic post,
and author, what triggers deliverance
housing bounty full memory absorbance,
yet no matter how many

heat sinks plumb cognizance,
most ordinary happenstance
often dredge up old nettlesome
rusty mettlesome...

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Skylights warn and warm where acorns drip. The slight angle of acidity in the air can be measured accurately with a ruler or the nib of a ball point pen. Ball point pens are not...

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Two little sparks
enlightening the dark

(tidal waves tugging on the heart)

One named Amelia, the other Aurora:
Completing the scenery --- fauna and flora.
But Borealis, she has no stake in the matter,
for she is just a melancholy rainbow
in...

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Chasing The American Dream Part1

The wonders of social media and its different applications ...
They allow everyone to make reconnections and link up broken communications...

Recently through the ever pervasive hphone What's app application...
Chanced upon a long...

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Angel in a Whirlwind

Storm of the decade descends upon the day
Torrents of howling rainfall flood the streets
Banshee winds whip trees, waves upon the bay
Gloomy clouds shadow skies – sunlight in retreat.

Faithful Wheaten, Snickers, too weak...

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I sit in the garden...

but not my usual focus:

(lush, red Lincoln
Roses, nor magpies
splashing one another,
frolicking in the
birdbath, like children
in a rubber pool, having
oceans of fun. No – 
today, not larger, 
more colorful – easily 
recognizable...

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most instances when i initially seat
     myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
     an unspecified number hours elapse
     before that eureka i.e. Jackie...

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Poem 18

Percival Jordan

1892 - 1912


I am where I am
Because of who I was.
I imbibed a million breaths
And observed the stars dotting the night skies
Like actors taking the stage for another eternal encore.
I am in the...

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Omnipresent is Joy
Barefoot morn walk in garden
Soothing sight of silky blanket of grass
Morning dew globules sparkling 
As if bathing Blades in freshness
Greenery splashed on earths canvas 

Buds swinging, radiant Natures canvas
Eager to unlock youth freshness...

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I was sipping on some whiskey when a black cat crossed my trail;
There was a black magic woman that liked to swish her tail.
   It was a black Cadillac that took my daddy...

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(my acknowledgement 
to the loose canon of Robert Frost)

An above average snowfall
heavily swathed sage heather 
followed by substantial unusual rainfall
punctuated months before, during and
after the growing season

delivered one of the
most hearty crop yields
in living memory...

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