Long Excitable Poems

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly staring back at my 
Abject countenance with detached contempt and...

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the hanging grey   
  Smoke, tinged with barely...

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"SYNAESTHESIA"



The Rose was burning 
long before she was Green
The Synaesthete placed his brush stroke
On his future dreams


Long before she was Green
The Synaesthete dreamed of him
Walking barefoot through the buried Rust 
and rustling burnished Ochre leaves...

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Rap from my son, Brooks Greenlee...BCG...borncreatingreatness...  Just like he left it to me.

What happened to rap, to the passion in the lyrics
everybody’s going mainstream try to make their fans feel it
what they don’t realize,...

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I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new,
Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo.

I adored laboring with colors I loved, in my fashions,...

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"50 Words for Poe:  Heathrow"




They landed at Heathrow,
Columbus in tow on tight leash
had not frisked the stewardess’ skirts 
as they to’d and thro’d past him down the aisle, 
like Fembots, bullets pointing all in...

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on the news last
night we were 
informed, 

twin three month
baby boys murdered 
lost their lives, 

violently murdered,
violently abused 
violently tortured,
violently
traumatized, 

violently,
violently, violence
sucked them 
from their lives, 

this violence
sickens us, these
violent 
acts, 

this merciless
killing, these
defenseless 
tiny...

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Why am I losing grip of reality? Tragedy cuts me like a knife
Trying with my might to believe…that peace will prevail
That God’s Rain can relieve the heartaches of life…and eventually, it will drown away the...

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Heavily laden boats, rectangular sails billowing 
    Under seas of low cloud, braving the fierce Yangtze;                ...

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I have not ceased—
I have not.
The things of the past
Do not rot, do not decay,
But I have not ceased—
I have not.

Once the pitchfork's prongs
Did so deafeningly twang,
I shriveled and cowered,
And found myself prancing
With the headless...

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Hark there kind sir, what brings you here?
A message for my lady, from Sir Lyle Gere
He penned these lines, for her gentle ear
Would you have this delivered, pray kind sir
Indeed I will, my word is...

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The sounds of a new-born baby crying for the first time, 
Can bring joy to a brand-new mother, 
Can bring a smile to her sweaty, tired face, 
Knowing that she has delivered a blessing from...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element 
in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing

Citadel of the Doinker King 

A Coen Brotheresque take on a Soska Sisteroid version of a Wachowsky Siblingish...

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To the young man who kindly bought me a drink,
I am in my sixties so what did you think,
my reaction would be to advances you made,
when it's over ten years since I last got laid?
I...

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The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be...

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I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns 
honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the 
phone when she called last night. Not meaning to clip the wing...

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A love letter to mother nature

Nature's fury bellows
Reminding all exactly who's in charge,
Aggressive and noisy wind, mother's
personal thug, acting all big and large,

Though, for all her wrong doing and her faults,
she also does a lot...

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The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips)

Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes,
bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs.
—Thomas Moore

Roses propose to plentiful hearts, but my soul
rushes headlong into a waterfall of...

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They are not natural enemies, 
nor were they ever meant to be ....
True, for a time when Faith was strong, 
Science was bound, cowed, driven down--
until Science began its growth spurt: 
by leaps it enlarged,...

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An old man sits peacefully in deep thought
Missing teeth, milky eyes . . .  leathery skin
Wind Rider his name  – a shaman 

The young man seethes in anger
Strong, excitable . . . limbs...

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I cannot stop looking over,
Just across the way,
At a four-leaf clover
Personified fimininely:--.
Dainty and all too perfect,
Designed statuesquely,
Glistening, smooth marble,
Carved by Michelangelo's hand,
Which was guided by God's.
Her features are soft,
And she is very gentle.
Hair of silk...

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The elementary teachers praise Student C.
Student C is compliant, calm, competent and composed.
She is marvelous, wonderful, a favorite.
She wins awards and trophies, and I mean a lot of them.

Student E is exasperating, on their last...

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I am more than my name:
T – Talented, creative and educated.
O – Open to challenges and criticisms that may come.
M – Mature and realistic, calm and patient.

I am more than my gender:
M – Mindful of...

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Oh What A Christmas Tree

Mistletoes, poinsettias, holly, and pinecones, stimulate their confidences regarding passage,
Tenuous fancied is the Norfolk pine, object facing, particular noble fir, and unique blue spruce trees,
These choice picks are amidst the well-bred...

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The pen and page of a poet



This is the page that takes the words,
So they are put down in their place;
Where they are seen and tone attached,
That weaves into a story to be told.
And reader...

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