Long Ductile Poems

 "And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing - 
seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge, you will need, be formed - 
till the...

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 "And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing - 
seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge, you will need, be formed - 
till the...

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What a phlox in you I find,
What a Rose Flower, oh babe:
Bright like early morning sun of xmas.
Succulent “things” like the rightly ripe pawpaw at my backyard.

Oh Babe what a beauty you are to behold...

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Quiet save for a morning glory’s cue 
Daylight decks the sky cerulean blue 
Sunday and like the hues of color wheels 
Old Man Dan hunts for all his fishing creels 

The rye grass cradles tiny...

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For so long you’ve held the key, the scepter and the crown,
Harrowing the reality, the subconscious, the deep within.
Your voice was deep, poignant, forbidding. Clattering like,
The tumbling down of ancient and spidery bones, swishing
Like the...

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I am patently smitten 
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway...

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In the pediment of the blue hills rolling down from the horizon
the young sun of the east spread surreal splendor on landscape
with the carvings of meandered streams, verdant meadows,
transparent blue ponds, thriving thickets and emerald...

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Swans row the sky
just feet above the copper water.
Gulls twist their necks to watch 
a lone sailor on the prow
of a sludge-decked dredger.

On the slate thatched gambrels
of a lesser known roofs
spotters search for night bombers,
the...

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The splendorous span of my fervent firmament,
twinkled with the tinsels of the cerulean night, 
where my yearning gleamed with transparent tinge, 
suffused with the sequins of the silver moon,
sequestered within the stream of stardust.

The beguiling...

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I look back at the dusty trail of memory,
in the reflecting time of the twilight hour,
see in the pediment of the distant blue hills, 
cascading down from the hazy horizon,
the young scarlet sun burst to...

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Thou art my mistress,my fantasy,and my craving
Thou art my imperial,my masterpiece,my wealth, and treasure 
Thou art sunshine and silvery that doth enliven dismal heart 
To the sparkling stars I shall compare thee
Your beauty with beauteous,luminous,and...

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In the pediment of the blue hills rolling down from the horizon, 
the rising crimson sun spread surreal splendor on the landscape, 
etched with carvings of meandering streams, verdant meadows, 
transparent ponds, thriving thickets and...

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In the pediment of the blue hills rolling from the horizon
young eastern sun spread surreal splendor on landscape
with carvings of meandered streams, verdant meadows,
transparent ponds, thriving thickets and emerald vales.
My youth embedded in naïvety of...

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We have strained the edges of the universe,
you and I together, seeking, searching
on cosmic trails for justice love and fear,
I loved thee then, as I love thee now, forever.

If I were but to die, it...

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The old man was no longer a hunter,
But he would not stoop to women’s chores.

A storm was brewing as he sought
Shelter in a round cave.
Soon he had a fire going but he preferred
To stay near...

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The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness of eternity
that the sky started to shape at the edge of ductile dusk
since beginning of time when its primal time was...

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A Fairy Tale (sonnet)


On a forest’s lawn, where elves dance on nocturnal summers,
snow had fallen. Since the little people wears no shoes their
 dainty feet can only bear ductile mould and grass in slumber.
They have...

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The dispersed dark specks drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness,
that the sky shapes at the edge of the ductile dusk,
since the beginning of the titular time. 

The silken tapestry of the black...

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They're nothing short of infinite,
these thoughts, these rich ideas of mine;
though, crippled in reality,
for which there is no parting line.

Because I cannot slip away
from that which is sustaining me,
I'll mask the concrete sky and earth
with...

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The road to Rio ran his every day
Aerobic fitness was his daily way
The lactic acid ate his muscle mass,
but soon the aching pains began to pass 

The win reward a fine line to the tape
He...

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The Deception

Temporarily we drove through the night
cocooned in its interior nothing could 
touch  us here where asphalt and tyres made
ductile, harmonious music. We drove past 
many villages half submerged by the night,
yet spoke of...

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All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes

A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to...

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Amniotic emerging 
Language judged based on merit
Tragedies on Earth occurring
Very few are those caring
People with messianic spirits 
Goals in the messuage 
Faith only brings untidy even though God is hearing
Human's we're loosing
Cheaper metal to conduct...

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