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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{"There is a part of me, 
Of us, 
That lay deceased underneath the frosty elixir and the lightning bolts that puncture our bodies. They magnify and embroider our wounds.
They strenuously scorch and extract our flesh....

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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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In the odyssey of days that mercilessly run like grains of sand,
An unseen battle is foretold that we shall wage in the shadow.
The war within our hearts, a citadel besieged by falling stars,
Where every collapse...

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On the weary wings of winter the northern winds depart,
their harsh whisper in the frozen air 
the frost-fastened mulberry trees hear, 
“wait, you’ll listen the sweet music soon, 
don’t despair, the serenading southern breeze 
will...

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At the crossroads of years, where stones whisper for centuries,
Inside unfolds the mystical drama of the self seeking light,
Through mazes of thoughts like leaves rolling towards truth.
Thirsty souls gaze towards the sky, begging for drops...

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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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Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing,
Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light,
To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow,
To caress your skin with...

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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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I rest my head on his shoulder 
Thinking that it was all over
I thought I was there but I was
Still floating in the air, parachuting
Through the galaxy gliding with the stars
And reminiscing the glory of...

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In the labyrinth of appearances, life stretches like a carpet of shadows,
I still dream of walking barefoot through storms of stellar chaos,
letting stones embroider my skin with love in shades of amethyst,
the ash of yesterday...

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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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The mystique mist 
of amorphous ambiguity 
shrouds under opaque veil
the penultimate pathway 
to the terminal time post 
in the cauldron of future, 
           obscure.
In transient...

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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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