Long Dwarfing Poems

During the days before the 
Vacation began FIRST: there
was a thunderous knock on
The door of Damian Hakim's 
Residence. Damian Junior ran
To answer the door.  But
Damian was disturbed in his
den by the omenous knock.
Damian asked...

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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly enough even reducing
ordinary decibels to a mute whisper
madding crowd trumpeting...

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In the midst of the fiercest conflicts
Conflicts that rattle even the GOD's chosen
My Love for you grows in strength still
First Towards the earth to garner rooted-support 
like the mystery Chinese Bamboo tree 
Death was a...

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In the back of my head, in the garden shed,
I see him as clearly as fresh white paint:
A little boy sat on the creosote floor, 
Dragged grazed knees hugged up to his chin, 
So familiar,...

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Venice, Italy, is a crazy shamozzle of new and old 
Where junk, graffiti, decay, stunning beauty, 
     history and culture poverty and opulence, all reside side by side, bobbing. 
Water dominates...

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This is war, these are my enemy's.
Standing at attention astride my destiny i look over mine enemy on both fronts. The different 
colors representing pride, adrenaline pulsing threw my eyes, scrupling the battle field of...

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Anticipatory excitement awaiting a thunderstorm...

Late afternoon April 14th, 2022 
meteorologic destiny manifested...
rumbling atmospheric thud,
promised natural exultant
the sky opened up 
cascading wall of water 
created instantaneous flood
sound and light show
subsequently within minutes
dully rightly appraised as dud,

yours...

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Early morning April 8th, 2020 
meteorologic destiny manifested...
rumbling atmospheric thuds,
promised natural exultant
sound and light show
subsequently within minutes
dully rightly appraised as dud,

yours truly forced himself awake
way before dawn's early light
all for naught, yet...
thus hours later summoned,
perhaps...

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Black & White

Rain outside the kitchen
Was filling up all her senses

Heaviness could be heard from all rooms in the house
Fragrance of it, filling up her nostrils and calming her soul
Magnanimity of the pour dwarfing her...

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Dark into its den submissively shrinking
Twinkle came in triumphantly invading
Long waited glister the world tendering 
There comes at last the blissful morning

The big tree just in front so far sleeping
With melodious sounds now pullulating
Joining the...

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THIS IS MY MORNING
Today is my morning,
Today, I arise
To the fresh, reassuring embrace
And scintillating breath of a winter morning
I arise, to the warmth of my enclave,
Far from the maddening crowd

Today,
I choose to bask in the...

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The pedestal stood slender, sleek
Shadowing, dwarfing and scaring the meek
Oak braids spun around the base 
Racing skyward with forcible haste
Where at the peak the rope twisted and twirled
Revealing the plateau, which held the world.
Resting silently...

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All around mountains stare down,
Dwarfing Bleancwm with a silence,
Our Brockway walk is to begin,
Unusually no song  birds to sing!
The steep incline to the top,
Plenty to look at, while the legs stop,
Waterfalls, horse medows, rocks,
Plenty to...

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Going wild about Clare 

     Where hills lay barren, and bedrock’s stripped bare
              let me take you away...

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In black hot hue
Let the volcano spew

Everything changes
Every aggression is spent
Every narcissist disappears in himself
Mayhem in the bookshelf

Nothing is immutable
Neither space nor time
Nor sun nor moon
Let alone the focus on
Sovereignty and singularity
A monolithic spree

However omnipotence
It...

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They tell them the reality of yesterday is their tomorrow
Save the cries for different versions of sorrow
The world is hash but there is a God who is omnipotent
The world has abundance if they choose to...

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We were tired of living,
But weren’t sure of leaving.
To them, we portrayed an incoherent loquacity of a nervous Mong-er,
Committing crimes, living in abject poverty and dying in hunger,
Yet, their thoughts put on the panoply of...

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Deceit devastated me!!!
…debilitating my dignity, darkening my disposition
…directing me to despair…
Then dread defrauded me --- doomed were my dazzling dreams!!!
…dictating my disaster-denial, discouraging me
…dwarfing my duties
Oh, dearth-disgrace debased me!!!
…degrading me to downfall’s detriment
…deterring my determination...

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Speechless and lost,
A queer, uncomfortable perplexity began to invade me,
Seated here all day, I've been thinking,
And feeling a stifling sensation of pain and suspense,
Life becoming more meaningless.

I'm choked by the thorns and brambles of life's...

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Should a caveman or woman accidentally wander into our time zone,
He or she would feel right at home,
With their keen ear easily able to interpret our not-so-subtle Grunts,
And groans.
Their good eyesight and sense of smell...

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They couldn't have chosen a nest-bed more complex, or vaster. 
I lauded their industry (toiling through Sunday, no qualms!), 
and almost felt guilty for loitering by their pilaster. 
My wife was the hold-up. Those scanty...

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("Contagion", 2020, original oil)

Contaminated

Everything we taste, see, hear, think and feel
Is taken in as a layer 
Upon layers within our mind
Adding to the library of imaginary things
Which makes us distinctly human
All too human.

This world of...

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From the   first page I open to the book of life
Written in fluently opulent language of :
A fleeting cloud and crisis-ridden sky
In cries of hues and halos
The milkyway beyond our horizon suspends the...

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Fall’s felicitous red herring —
the mystery of leaves morphing.
The autumnal applause fairing.
Verdant heat and daylight dwarfing.

The horologic ticker chimes,
as lines are drawn on pumpkins patched.
Gramps, it’s apple picking time. 
The scarecrow’s wise with balding thatch.

Forensic...

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“How-do-you-do?” the seminal leaves of Autumn wave.
“When would you like to fly away?” prickles the gust.
Maternal-oak holds on tight as one birdy takes flight.

The gust will have none of this ballyhoo, knowing
what he must do,...

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