Long Downpouring Poems

Finger tips trace these scars like rivers of pregnant silence, 
Your hands are like the touxh of midas,
Each stroke makes me feel good,
Lips touching flesh, its an erotic shade of a thousand colored rainbows,
Painting my...

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It’s  voice causes the shiver
its name causes the stagger
tremours boiling
fettle downpouring
Heartbeats panicking
families isolating

Like a turret, it oozes
like a trumpet, it blows
emanating shockwaves
spurring Venom
hissing sparks
scything down humans like grass.

Some say the states gave it light
But...

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I always felt empty and as nothing before.
I always filled my heart with reasons to abhor.
I taught myself hate, nothing less nor more.
I knew less about love, therefore, 
I’d spend days downpouring tears laying on...

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People loathe living in a filthy place.
Earth is a prone quagmire, for instance.
The legal maze hides some awful truth.
Painful to steer race and migrant sooth.

Ingenious ideas that people have evolved
Amid a verbal storm, feelings were...

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I'm standing here still, where the sweat of my soul fell__
knee deep in the blood... of our wishing well
Right back here where our troubles began.
where we decided to stand; be us woman or man.
~under the...

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Paraphrasing Non-Literal try
(148: Tagore/Geetanjali/verses)

With one humble nudge, o dear reverie 
                        ...

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The gravity above bends all curvature.
Rusty creases smooch the downpouring nectar,
leaving hints of shaky aches here and there.
More of it can split smiles and slit tears.

Nails intrude into the forbidden territory.
Drill repeatedly to fill air...

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Earnest a teary congregation, heavenly father, heed us in our prayer in humbling a fearful soul  
Response in  supplication, soul builder say, in a pristine may ,within cosmic and mundane role
The longest miriam...

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I can’t get the moors
out of my skin;
me the indirect descendant of Jim Bowie,
the wild colonial boy
now planted like a 
‘Wandering Jew’ in a pot,
in tame Ohio.
Planted in a State
where few venture
far from their high...

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the peasants shed their tears alone,
while the kings and queens
sit upon their judging thrones .

come down and take the child by the hand 
show him the way.
for time has come where the light
upon his path,
...

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I can’t get the moors
out of my skin -
me the wild bog asphodel
now planted 
in a pot in tame Ohio.

The moors grind you
into peat and gritstone,
they keep walking you around
while the open spaces sweep you...

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I’ll agree to be anything,
If you only remain around,
Even just as a dewy string, 
Underneath your feet on the ground…

I’ll be your ever pumping heartbeat,
Your invisible shadow unknown,
Or a weightless feathery wheat,
On the palm of...

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You, Czeslaw,
like a brook of the earth,
welling up to the skies and more,
swelling up even to the sun and the stars
and all unknown, uncounted galaxies
and more, more than we can yet know
or ever will, till...

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My anger boils deep down inside.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.
Hot blood flowing vie chamber to chamber…
Thumping heart beats vexed closer to danger…
Drinking in downpouring tears and cries.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.

Pissing out vengeance,...

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I want to
s         e
t           l
r          g
  ...

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