Long Embroider Poems

Empty sheet a blank canvas
and a wall hanging a screen arras
listen to me—share your journey
why didn't you earn to draft a guernsey? 

Igniting the flame
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For a day, for a week, for a month you will be remembered
Those who knew you well
Family will always recall that you have left a void in them
The thoughtful friend for a year
May think and...

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Remember the days of
                   yesteryear
when family ties were
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A sword of the heavens did glean

From railings and arbors 
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain

Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
 left carelessly out in the rain

Our story begins
in a deep mountain...

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There are times when I walk down the block
I ask myself: why don’t I just walk into the woods
To live a little bit more
When I am looking for jobs on the open market
I mine for...

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Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways of smog and smut
“Live over the brush”* branded a sl*t,
silhouettes...

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Prithee how could i describe thee
You are the morning glory, beauty and virtue,
Mind and soul symbolically personify
Your image send relief to ease my longing soul,
I can hear your silence subdue lonely voice
Whispering, calling me to...

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When I was eight I had a reoccurring
Dream that happened every night for
A year. I kept adding on. 
I could not wait to fall asleep.
I had built an orphanage
For children.
I taught them to 
Sew and...

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Who says that birds of different feathers can't live together?
God created different feathers for man to admire and understand that,
Similar feathers live in similar habitats,
They feed, fly and passionately protect each other.

Boulders from high, dry...

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In the sweet whirlwind, the poet finds his home,
Enamored by that world which lingers in his heart,
Where his soul unfolds beneath the serene sky,
And words are born like the notes of a divine symphony.
He becomes...

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I awaken well before dawn has thought of yawns
It is quiet then, and quite eerie in a way.
The peace deadens distractions, death-hour mourns.
The mind awakens refreshed, sparked by noir cafe.
Contemplation peaks then, and declines throughout...

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sorrows 
    of the night
dew
falls
    tenderly
       upon hearts
of loneliness
breath
words
      soft spoken
disperse
the light
    into
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I am free to choose where I plant my feet,
to ramble down the path and into the sun
In the orange columns cast by lamps on the street
crouch saddened people who have received none.

I am free...

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She strains to find her footing in orthopedic shoes
       my grandmother's clop-clop walk to me
       unbalanced 
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The chromatic cords
of splendorous spring 
embroider arcane art
on convivial tapestry
embellished elegance
dramatically drapes 
the luminous landscape 
of vibrant vivacity
as dream-drenched 
blue lagoon 
gets lashed 
by idyllic eyelids 
and
the lotus petals 
of luscious lips
painted poignant 
on silken...

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How do I decide when it’s time to say goodbye?
 The rose tinted contacts of love
Stain my vision as I struggle to decipher
The difference between what I want, 
And what I truly need…

Am I really...

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Calloused by the do-or-die hero's walk on the perilous road
Over hazard's hill stumbling in soldier's shoes of regret and sorrow 
Merciless these wars of tired tyrants, this trailhead I have followed
I should bury these warrior's...

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My Nana is special
My Nana's so nice
When it comes to sewing,
she doesn't think twice
She's a wizard with a needle
she could sew the night away
Crochet you a blanket and have it 
warming your lap almost the...

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The experience of penning one's thoughts to paper
for the perusal of others
offers a certain inner satisfaction
that must be experienced to be appreciated;
letting your words guide you
to a deeper appreciation of your surroundings and self.
Poets do...

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Warm weather, teeter-totters back and forth;
Winter counterchecks every move Spring makes,
to wiggle free from the grip of the north.
Winter has applied both feet to the brakes,
vowing to stay put whatever it takes. 

April raindrops often...

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In the evening hour, when silvery tears embroider your delicate cheek,
The celestial blue from the depth of your eyes, lost stars,
Gently rest upon the tender altar of love that binds us,
A fragile bridge suspended between...

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http://articles.latimes.com/2004/dec/25/nation/na-cowboy25

Either Sown or Sewn

or Flower or Flour

Either it is to be sewn or sown

Which one should be left alone?

Maybe small seeds or some stitching

Back and forth we are always switching.


Sown seeds will soon start to...

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Repeat, remember, re-rehearse, recall,
embroider the memory, live it again.
Various variations repeating a theme.
The pain come back,. repeat,
yet the dead and gone spring up more strong.

Images flow through your open eyes
and you know it's not real...

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PROCRASTINATING NOT PROCAFFINATING

often;
when looking,
and procrastinating,
and hesitating,
and awaiting,
for the next bright idea
to come online;
I am all but reminded,
of what a wise prophet once wrote,
‘look around you
and seek, therefore,
what is there afore
and before you,
it is what you...

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