Long Encumbering Poems

Oh, I can faintly remember
Last years' frigid December

We were like burning embers,
Kindling our fires of kindness
We were swimming in errors
Don’t let hatred and angst harness
Inside you…
Yes, I do…
Love you unbearably and truly,
So don’t be such...

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“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his...

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Easy to get stuck 
inside my head 
outside Earth's neglected 
aching hearts

Breathing in and out togather
fumes of historically fueled
graphite sheeted walls
too all-encumbering to smell
as monoculture's indoor trauma

Failure to wonder
nuanced appositional
wandering outdoor non-positions,
dipolar bipartisanships
passing in transitioning...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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I was a successful, fashionable florist, in mild green days of elegant gardens,
When an orange sun beamed its pleasure, like locales where lavender begins.

I formed arrangements for many occasions, drawing beauty lovers from afar,
As pretty...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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You, my love, you
Entrusted me into the burning arms of fervor,
Rested your knowing fingers upon skin ever glistened with tears
Graced the breath I dared to breathe when moments masterfully collided

We stand upon the edge like...

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A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted snow;
Across the matted undergrowth
A bronzed carpet of copper coloured
Leaves
Whose rusting...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the...

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And He said unto them

"No greater love hath a man

Than he lay down his life, for his friends...."

Well, I have tried to lay down my life over time

Beyond any desires of recognition and or fame!?

If...

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Saying unto them, "No greater love hath a man

Than he lay down his life, for his friends...."

Well, I have tried to lay down my life over time

Beyound any desires of recognition and or fame!?

If only...

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The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of  Praetorian's...

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' Hesitant Heart to wobble despite of desirous soulmate to welcome.'
                        ...

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These things are passing
temporary in their afflictions of
to be dealt with in problematical
or carried a brick of sacks
slung this weight upon the back
to weigh a feathers heart
against solutions search

These things are transient
present in busy most...

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When you have a paramount dream constantly unraveling before your consistently 
welling blue eyes; when your rest is ever halted by the never ending murmurs of 
abhorrent foes drowning your memories in a sea of...

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Amid once roseates mirroristic muse borne reflections ~

Images now manifesting themselves inside the dampened blink of time to find

But a bitter root spawning within jestives mocking mist touching it all....

A hearts turning unto the tainteds...

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I remember you when you were first swaddled. 
I remember your first steps waddled. 
I remember your first words spoke, 
And I remember your mispronunciation being our joke. 

I was there when all others left...

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So, what does Nature
and Her Winter suggest?

that death is but a sleep
before a refreshing showery
sunny new awakening

that each resting kernel of being
is a blossom again to come forth
perennials of form with lofting 
scents and beguiling...

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With virgin miles yet pining for tireless tread, 
You know a lot of hard travelling lies ahead; 
For the goal unclaimed stands beyond reach, 
Where triumph basks on the gleaming beach.

But the blistered feet do...

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WEATHER THE STORMS SOAR

I
Shadow dances impart across lite path
Souls entrenched in technicolor harvest
Comparable passage denied terrain grasp
Rainbow corral blurb optic delusions trust
Blown wind scars the clouds rains falls down solace
Weather the storms soar the heaven’s...

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Dark waterfall of soft strands
Playing in the air, loftily....
Dark hollows piercing my heart
White shine-brighter than the sun...
Caricature of the milkiest dye
Rosiest ambrosias, sweet nor'westers....
Angelic face, love supreme
Eve's grace and a hue in cream...
Floating enigma of...

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A fabrication forged by fear
A fading message held so near
“Thou shalt not become inclined
To undermine the truth inside”

Settling the dark below
Juxtaposing with my soul
Frustration and a pain unknown
Too terrified of letting go

Encumbering to see the...

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Talking together are Claudio, Don Pedro, and Leonato.
Benedick is standing nearby viewing this trio.
The three are aware that Benedick is lurking near,
so they speak loud enough so he can hear.

Benedick and Beatrice readily exchange caustic...

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The back of Dad's chair is black like a void,
its mid discontinuous of solid support.
Cushion coils creak as his weight shifts,
his interest unhinged from light hypnosis.
The scuff of rough wheels rub fine lines in ...

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