Long Ewer Poems

Fair Angels of Parnassus, Muses Nine,
That on its snowy summit gay recline
With other gods, are haply the cynosure
Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer,
O'erflow'd with the ambrosial Hippocrene,
The haunt of daughters of Mnemosyne, 
And Father...

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Train of Thought
This is a poem about ideas how they come to us and leave us just as quickly just 
now as eye began this piece the train of thought has left me standing at...

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Blessings I Am Thank Full
An Acrostic 
Bibles ask,
Long eons givings...
Endless eons sphere spirals
Such infinity’s messages.
Such tribulations insistent.
Incalculable eons beseech me
Necked unbelievers alarming
Geologic eon’s anticipations, grateful for all and everything
Several eons seeking

Incalculable eons lives on and...

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I do not like to see my face floating
At the foot of a ewer,
nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye
of a slaughtered goat.

I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems
distort, they are...

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Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting.
Between those limbs, chords darken.
Do I lean into the cello
or her?
A deep ewer of sound
pours from deft palpating fingers,
while her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from blood and lava.
Her...

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In a small market 
to the forests  
Where after the 
Friday-prayers
The gujjars were 
shopping for the 
week-long; 
Wearing jeans—
neither short nor 
full,            ...

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Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting. 
Between those limbs, chords darken
where pale angels go blind.

A deep ewer of sound
pours from palpating fingers.
While her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from lava.

Her body croons
wrists cuffed to...

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One day or year
we start to count the Autumns.
Youth runs through the familiar
kicking up leaves
racing on to the next big change.

Now we notice the fullness,
the ripeness that the living bring
to decay....wine drips over
a pouring ewer.
A...

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My Yesterday was so miserable
With gloomy memories, and places,
Like a sad story with a sad title,
Like a ewer broken into pieces.

My Yesterday tries to put me to the test -
A letter in the drawer, a...

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Ewe aare my everything, my dear daarling.
I will protect ewe from the wolf's snaarling.

My love for ewe will burst against my heaart
when ewe aare out of sight and we're apaart.

Ewe sing in titillaating baaaritone.
I blush...

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