Long Enthralls Poems

MY PRINCESS OF IMAGINATION
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I AM HARMONICA DEONTIA BALDWIN!

Somebody said Harmonica Baldwin was a smart child.
That she would grow into her womanhood and set the world afire.
Her characteristics inform her personality.
Harmonica Baldwin is magnetic.
She is perceptive and mindboggling.
Within, Harmonica...

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I received so many wonderful gifts
I'm thankful and oh so grateful
I had a good amount of uplifting lifts
Life is so abundant and beautiful 

Spill it all to the floor some more
I heard you shut the...

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Where can I trace this finite feeling,
So that you may see it in its true form?
Upon your heart I would wish it would land,
Yet could my silly hands possibly reach there?
Such an affecting grasp it...

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There upon the courtship,
proclaimed, a sorrowful
spirit hearkened upon 
this ballad of misery
and burden.  For her
grief and unrelished
despair, the angels
of Michael, our saintly divine,
answered, whil'st upon 
the hour of marriage royal,
an unwanted surprise,
a battle declared,...

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Return, my love! Let’s flee the gates to leave our scornful town, 
And roam outside in deepest woods where Nature wears her crown!
Beside the river stands unmoved, as many years ago, 
The ruined castle’s narrow...

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There upon the blasphemous 
grassy knoll, a maiden, 
her lovers' temptations
of the past.  
Amidst a silky
silhouette, a dainty stroll
flaunting a crimson masquerade.

"Your invitations of subtle romance,
be they adventurous, unfulfilled,
shall we not exchange vespers?" 

The...

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Hands Caught In The Till

The cash register, there is a pleasant  little "TING !" as it slides open....
More often than not, it will reveal cash notes, neatly stashed and weighted down..
Various denominations of cash...

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There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to,...

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Patradoot or The Messenger30 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


How beautiful is my city Prayag*, dear letter,
Which enchants the...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat...

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‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as...

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You win ever so calmly never to know 
what may be hanging straight above your head.
Under complications we break and bestow – 
Habitual ponders and worriment are gifts to our dreads.

Always constant surveillance of our...

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‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drumbeat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana...

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‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
  ‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
  reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’...

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in my dream    he waits-
      I feel his yearning      his hunger and
I dread it      yet it enthralls...

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for days he follows   a man dressed in black   eyes fathomless pools
I feel his yearning    his hunger    and I am smitten    curious
dreading...

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We’re almost halfway through the worst year of our lives 
It’s been tragic, sorrowful…confining..
but what if, in this myriad of catastrophes…there is a silver lining.

How can there be a silver lining you ask when our...

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He slinks to his place under the tree,
carrying his bag of art that swings
against his slender legs, and
he sits on a leaf-littered patch of grass
that’s surely brown beneath the
dull oranges and yellows of the leaves.

And...

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I stroll down a quiet road
under the sun's brilliance,
huddled raven awfully croak,
little robins delightfully warble;
glad to roam where people don't walk;
freedom is found in some lonely place,
one may feel very alone and sad,
and stopping to...

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The week ends 
The mornings of anticipation when I
From prayer past through virtual doors
Another world without seas or sky
Another world where invisible drops pour
Upon the garden of my heart, and bring
The fragrance of refreshing day,...

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Blood Upon The Walls


The leaders of light are now all sleeping
 no more will they stand proud above the dawn
 And the murderers who left the crowds all weeping
 Remain alive to cast hate on...

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Squarely conscientious, I unwittingly
sanction selfhood acutely triangulate
courtesy webbed geometry jeopardize,
galvanize pluck nudging contrived arc,
virtually courting temptation aware,

sans impetuousness compromises an
anonymous commingling, nonetheless
electronic fraternization enthralls mine
plucky chutzpah possibility intrigues
yours truly sporting impish grinning

smile across world wide...

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We’ve come North Carolina in October…to visit the Blue Ridge Mountain Range…
to experience the coolness of the season and watch the leaves of Autumn change.

We’ve come in early October because we are of the belief
the...

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Some friends we met a year ago
On an Italian tour
Said, "Visit us in Oregon -
We'd love to see you more."

It took a year but here we are
And what a day they planned!
We drove 200 miles,...

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