Long Drapery Poems

1	A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky;
		The hellish slug of gas does creep along.
		It casts an orb three hundred stories high
		Over the Sun and ends his morning song.
		The birds and trees now stand a...

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Voting day at long last has arrived.
Scrambling through closet,
a cavernous space in accumulation.
In the deepest darkest corner, 
purpose achieved, 
garnering my three by five inch American flag,
glorious yet demure.

This my opportunity to come out of...

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Flatness 
	
	
	Consider the possibility of becoming 
	a two-dimensional surface
	with no thickness whatsoever. 
	No, face-down on the floor won’t get it; 
	at best your nose will be in the way. 
	You’ve got to get lower, closer,...

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THE BLUE MOON

Shimmer does it not this inspirational ivory opal,
Lightly dinted with a thin sheen of aquatic blue,
Illuminations elliptical transparent veil, a drapery
Suspended by heavens orbiting web called gravity!
Shingles tacked in by star nails, fastened...

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Flying airships battling in the open sky,
 the sailors trying to save their own lives, 
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
 unto the human psyche.

The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with...

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I am a wall painted purple, oh, I remember that day well,
      a girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me;
I was laughing because her hair had streaks...

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Inspired by Opeth – The Drapery Falls and this entire year…

I sip on Super Mario Brothers hot cocoa cup
Filled with convictions’ drop
From streams of consciousness

Ready to skinny dip into a new plateau 

No
Holds
Barred

Ferocity’s grip
Looking upon...

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his heraldic crest 
a donger and yarbles rampant 
upon a field of clover
it was a stone slab of course
donated by a few eggheads in exile
his best friends were his orgasms
shall we redefine the human condition
my...

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The stench crawls up the mossy drapery in a 
house reeking with death. The sad part is
no one died here, just my soul. A mirror on 
the wall is a remnant of the God forsaken...

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The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze....

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Pebbles plucked from the sole

 of my foot

driven deep into wounds 

cut from a path 

a path leading me to nowhere

 trying to escape troubles

quell worries

worries that haunt 

shamelessly searching

for answers to life's questions

I come...

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Safe, at long last,
behind closed, locked doors and windows,
behind heavy, hanging, purple drapery:
plush, pellucid, subterranean refuge.

Far from the proverbial maddening crowd,
out of sight: a dimly lit room, bathed in
soft, golden reflections.  In the centre...

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Without kabbalah, simply
                    and so...
           ...

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The Cemetery

battered in a rat infested caged existence
blood soaked rat with visious hanging teeth on side dripping blood
enclosed in the memory of a torn uterus to let go of any inhabition
eyes with spots having holes...

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I am but four walls painted purple, I remember that day,
the girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me.
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple,
and she was dappled all...

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Winter steals its unwanted self upon us and the sultry heat of forgotten summer is past,
Torrents of rain painful hail have battered away our fond warm memories of a summer day,
The pasture now cloying feted...

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Winter steals its unwanted self upon us and the sultry heat of forgotten summer is past,
Torrents of rain painful hail have battered away our fond warm memories of a summer day,
The pasture now cloying feted...

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Ethereal hands craft silv’ry cradle,
To petal lips, elixir of life ladle,
The enchanted entrance, that garden clothed in snow,
How within chamber o’ life a soul doth grow,
The winter of life shall fall to eternal sleep.
Sacred fountain...

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Sweet-scented  lupins , foxgloves , violas ,  giant lillies ,damasks ,
mosses and china roses rich in a variety of perfumes and colours 
Circular herb beds, rare , exotic climbers on the Elizabethan wall.
Overhanging...

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Church Lady Cat was a formidable, skinny, ugly wrinkly old crazy thing.
Never showed a smile, and certainly did not cheerfully hymn-sing.
We saw her at church, and knew she would come and get the money.
No man...

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BLACK MONA LISA
 
Art renaissance, a masterpiece did appear,
A captivating portrait, both bold and sincere.
Splintering ebony grace, a figure so rare,
The Black Mona Lisa, with brown eyes and flair.
Her visage, a canvas of shadows silent...

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We are in Lexington and it is 1847

Emilie laughs, and we smile,
and still we read aloud together.
Mr. Lincoln likes the Niles
Weekly Rigister--especially
and of course the poetry. Especially
"Thanatopsis"
He bracketed this:
But, Ah! What wish can prosper, or...

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I waited in one of the cities dark and dangerous alleyways.  The vile odors.  The Gads 
knows what forming puddles around my best leather boots.  The ones with the shine to 
blind...

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The past has painted a dreary history 
with emblems of bittersweet memories, 
Benign soaring deeds in almost everything, 
but generations to come will be a surprise. 

When worlds far apart ceremoniously unite, 
to leave the...

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Celebrity
On that day my soul grew star struck
the astonished all-star abashing, such luck
And so I screamed, 'Is that a tree?'
I felt compelled to sniff the personalities
Eagerly, I looked for the fashionista
Engaging Ah, distinctly I was...

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