Long Drowsing Poems

I was driving to Utah, because I had gotten a promotion;
And chose the scenic route, so as to put things in motion.

I had been traveling from Los Angeles, to Salt Lake City;
And the scenery along...

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It was late in the balmy springtime, and I was attending a lecture,
On a topic of great interest, which was the history of architecture.

As a great lover of beauty, I admired structural geometric designs,
Like the...

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It was just one of those splendid days, which held no excitement;
Moreover it required none, for in its stillness, I was content.

Lying on the forest green grass, luxurious blue skies in my eyes,
Summer winds brought...

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Kit

Before I opened the carton,
   I’d chose the name Kit,
      Thinking of strong Wild West women.

Our little girl, Gigi, ran to my bedside, barking
   Excitedly, “A...

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I'm writing on the first page.
I love the concord and quiet at my age.
The morning came from a genius mage.
In my spirit, I am searching for the truth stage.
To understand things to resist this upsurge.
It...

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For years I was an aspiring singer, performing in trendy nightspots,
And I sang my heart out each evening, in all of the local hotspots.

Among the enthusiastic locals, at long last I'd made myself a name,
As...

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You should have a getaway, my friends all said,
They said I earned it, so why sit home instead?

A real vacation would be the nicest thing yet;
Go see the peachiest scenery you'll never regret!

I listened very...

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I was a meticulous city planner, like future plans we make for jasmine days,
And I loved beautifying the big city, like blooming parks where nature plays.

I was ever striving to improve the metropolis, proposing plans...

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I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.

Gold days were full of my bloom designs, each one so original and unique,
Just as...

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Feathers sparkled lustrous leaves
crowded in a blisterful branch
glazed pink lusted sprinkling waves
smothered a idyllic luxury
Blizzard armies of service
strategically polished in sparkling
sparkle polish 
for a whispered gloria 
held sacredly 
Born in lacy recklessness 
with scarlet lolita...

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We’re in the common room, Lisa and I. It’s Friday afternoon, about 2 - It’s partly-sunny and 45°f. outside. We’ve claimed the two squares of temporary rectangular sunlight like the Spanish conquistadors of old once...

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LOVE AND DEATH

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The Sun was drowsing quietly,
Once upon a century, 
Mister Ocean calm but afraid, 
She was far but had a selected destiny. 

The ship was named unsinkable, 
She was the biggest ship ever, 
On those times,...

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something stirred in this place, long, long ago
  presence lingering
  half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside
  enchanted enclave
  Iberian portal still open to a time confused
  dreams drifting on through

...

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I know I've been here in this afternoon
4: 10 P.M.
Like lubricated clockworks in a perpetual machine
My life returns to this brown earth blue sky
Pressed in between the distance
And the silence and the cries of crows
Who...

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ODE TO THE RAIN


A rare happening here, this dreary drought:
The dry earth chokes and trees are fast fading,
Reservoir water stock is drying out.


The dry weather is truly worrying,
We bear the foul odours of wind-blown haze,
Health...

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Snow draped folds like loose Cashmere curtains cover the evergreen boughs
pining for the lengthening days of each succeeding sunrise,
reticent to see the cold of night fall once again on the lonely landscape.
In this fallow world...

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I Lullaby at Dusk

(for Father Johnnie E. Ross)

While today I missed the dawn, 
I refuse to let the dusk pass, too, being
The chance to see time flow
More than the only guessing feel of its pace...
With...

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Summertime is here
And I can already hear the birds singing
The bees buzzing
Travelling from one flower to another
Sucking the nectar they need for their honey
Or rather, our honey
Once we invade their home and take what is...

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There is a cold and aimless fear
that grips our longing and aim—
like the talons of a hankered fowl,
readying itself to the plunge
of some inevitable sorrow… 

The fear becomes a burning hurt—
one that is forgotten,
soon to...

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In the porch of my house
Is hung a cage, small
In it dwells two inhabitants
Ounces of flesh in feathered coats
Two Finches, a male and a female

The vastness of the sky being denied
Do they live in regret?
Do...

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Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!

The earth and the heavens celebrate springtime-joy, 
Timely...

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Because of you, in gardens of blossoming 
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. 
I have forgotten your face, I no longer 
Remember your hands; how did your lips 
Feel on mine?

Because of you,...

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Vanishing vestige of dank cavernous lobes
   My lonesome forsaken heart adrift
      Under the most alluring midnight crescent moon 
         Towards...

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In moments of twilight civility
an exchange of gifts - 
darkness for light..

RISING

from beyond the softening silhouette edge
you brighten like a blushing damsel
hazy haloed
unabashed in the pleasure of ripening

daydreamer 
...a vivid blur of lemon drop...
veiled by...

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