Long Empties Poems

Why does dawn dress robust morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
a lifetime of Easter mornings 
redeeming nocturnal sight's revolution,
another therapeutic day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter 
before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover...

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A Stolen Memory
A Mirthful Chorus
By Sy Roth 


We surrounded him 
Asked to let go.
She stared at the misshapen face,
Unshaven sandpapery skin 
Eyelids a tabula rasa
Fluttery sere skin
And we could see the humor blossoming in his...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to...

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Sometimes I feel the rage when you throw dirt in my face
Sometimes I feel the rage when destiny is locked behind the gate
Now I understand why people kill and commit such a terrible sin
The murder...

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Note: If you haven’t please check out part one before reading this. 
It will make more sense that way Thanks.


Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to...

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Darkness swells from the depth of the sea,
waves crashes against waves,
the mad sea roars and vomits vengeance, 
it belches and yawns at the sound of her name.

They have been drifting for many days,
entranced with panic,...

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Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to avert my stare, frozen in this spot,  
captivated by an intoxicating charm smoother than Tennessee whiskey 
that hasn’t...

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Pure White Cream, On Mother Nature's Welcoming Ground

Cream of winter's desserts, wide blankets- fallen snows,
balms for child sadness, beauty in splendor that shows.

Where resides better memories of Christmas past,
greater fun frolicking in the milk laden...

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The long and short of it is . . . forever

                        ...

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Three states
in five hours.
Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice
like a KOA campground.
A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a swim. Instead we stop at the liquor store,
dad buys a...

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In gentle lines, 
Shadows fall, quiet as dusk,
In the moonlight,
Hearts who learn to trust,
Because they must know,
Wonder of love,
Sensation of leaves falling,
Turning the world breathless
As the colors of a dream
Hues of rustling peace.

In lessons learned,
Songs...

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Line of inquiry:

The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair

My...

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Part 9

there is a wraith with an hourglass
dancing quietly in my shadow
he's gone when I look
but I can hear him do a shuffle step on the ice
his inside out umbrella more than a fashion statement
about...

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For those who walk Your chosen way a world of dreams its glamour throws!
So be it then, so let us pass, let other nations hold the sway—
When we are gone, reproach us not that tawhid...

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One thing that I find quite funny 
the importance people place on money 
In my life the best moments 
came overcoming opponents 
I’m at my happiest when I achieve 
and you never forget those memories...

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Well, I woke up this morning
For my own prime time,
Hoping swarming senses
Might light into rhyme,
With caffeine and nicotine
My morning jump start
I was searching for the union
Of my head and my heart.
But time won't linger
For a...

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where rainbows breathe
(for the late Dorothy Collins, 1961-2015)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“I’m
just chasing rainbows…
“And I ain’t seen a star that’s had your smile…
“I’m just chasing rainbows… 
“Like a butterfly
I’m 
zooming through the sky…”
   Chasin Rainbows,...

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the lunchbox moment.
I can feel the looks of disgust as I make my way to the table,
I sit down,
others stand up,
walk away.
kids grimace at the meal I’ve placed in front of myself,
“ew” and “what is...

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She pours him a cup of empty
From a teapot of childhood dreams
He loves the sound of her giggles
Hers is the light of a thousand moonbeams

Moonbeams and butterflies, petals from roses
Counting out loud, crossing fingers and...

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I see her again.
This time painted,
As a semi-trailer ad.
Paying the rent.
For us staying unknown.
My head was down,
Bobbing away from darkness.
Tho, still sensing her beauty.
Grimacing at its lightness.
Still remembering, the question.
To her, I first asked.
"Please, miss...

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A frown 'pon his face_ bills, bills, 
                           ...

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Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a path of pandemonium. 

Reluctantly he ventures forward with
vengeance portrayed through...

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The Christmas Cafe

I scratch my nails
against my head
and 
ponder a while in thought,
but my soul turns bare

And Death twirls 
his curled hair. 
Taunting me 
as my breaths 
become caught. 

Caught between
the living and the dead....

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It is not like these restaurants in America 
with their sterile atmospheres: slick new furniture,
stylized art, ambient lights, and every angle 
rationalized to the judgment of specialized interests.
It is a restaurant filled with details, 
inviting...

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Remember me, the cool glass milk bottle. I used to sit on your front porch early in the morning.  You could hear me arriving before the sun was up. I am a Bateson Model...

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