Long Featherless Poems

Word Fantasy in F Sharp Minor  (3 Movements)

1

(Andante con moto)

Hey man. Take this.

I got it last night,
under a fractured street light,
with shattered pieces of clear glass, scattered
at the nexus of an obscure dark freeway...

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I have a way with words
They may hurt with a sting or they may be badly injuring…this time forth and forevermore…
My mind wanders in a hundred herds 
I’m too late…I’m too lost…I’m running outta time…Kingdom...

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To shivering seas 
   mirroring cracked crystals,
I am searching for a righteous rhyme,
to orchestrate eclipsed realms 
with blue orchids 
      and plum blossoms,
singing sunflower symphonies 
of blooming poetry,...

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When the sun hangs low
by scarlet-threaded silk, 
you'll find my soul
waltzing in the womb of woodland
like a viking warrior, 
where I'm rooted ~ 
beyond decaying diamonds, 
as life unfolds a watercolor symphony
falling from the canopy...

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When the twinkling trust
of tamarind tides, 
cascades in catastrophes
and turmeric-tinted tulips
become a treason for sun temples ~
I slowly drift like a diluted drop,
ruffled in the consciousness of Nyx,
where the nefarious nightglows
unfurl a midnight rose-glazed moon,...

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There were bars that entrapped her
Binary codes that captured her
There were walls made of concrete
Phones and messages, questions needing answers

Paperwork, assignments, deadlines and digits
Hello in the morning and silence by day
Have a good  night...

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Deep within the world so modern,
Lies a hidden road not trodden,
That states the obvious truth be told,
Printed in ink black and bold,

That lost in worlds of ecstasy,
Trapped in snares of misery,
That wars the rumors be...

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3 
Pay attention! 
Important chicken poetry coming up, 
though no binary fantasies shall deconstruct 
into raucous biddy enjambment. 


4 
Grandfatber always kicked Grandmother's chickens away 
while he sat whittling under the Oak, 
Those ruddy, Cherokee...

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" Tortured metaphors
                           spilling from tequila lips,
  ...

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A sense of completion in the 
depth of our twining souls, existing as featherless angels, in this plastic world of diffusive masks, and veiled faces of insincerity and darkness, my Venus.  
I feel in...

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Sing a new song,
In laughing notes of light,
Falling soft as the dawn,
Sighing joy through each midnight,
Feelings glistening like the stars,
Assembled in skies, inspiring…
Playing gentle like old guitars
Reassuring the moments so alive…

Sing a new song,
One full...

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I have told this story, a long time ago in a different way.
Because its true I would like to tell it again today.
It’s a new poem, the story is old, so tell me what you...

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Written: October 27, 2023 For Ink Empress Contest
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Under the diaphanous glow of the moon.
They rise sequentially to a delightful boon.
They have...

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In the mirrors of Moirai
kismet and karma kiss adoringly,
unaware of this betrayal they label as life.

In the hallucination we call birth,
words whisper like bitter winds,
composing a metaphorical manuscript,
weaving a quilt of invisible inflictions.
Silent screams serenade...

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"Mother, 
             You are my heartbeat 
                ...

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“People of the world don’t look at themselves, and so they blame one another.”
- Rumi


He struggles to forget
that little boy anticipating his hero's return.
Staring out through a dark window,
wondering if sincere stars would show him a...

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Consider the (Dreaming) Birds

By Mark D. Stucky
Jesus told us to consider the birds of the air.
I have pondered parakeets (budgies) in a cage
routinely performing what seems impossible.
No, not flying. (They fly rather poorly.)
It’s the posture...

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we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever...

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The Tortured Cuckoo

Delivered-bewildered and confused, onto a foliage. No direction from those empowered to parent so  weak a fledgling.   Clawed and pecked for being, an easy release of pent-up frustration upon defenceless...

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When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded by selfish acts from satanic spirits.
Featherless angels of twilight need...

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Quote by author: Angel feather colors hold no meaning, 
if the messenger of God is not a paragon of virtue. 

Every year she wore the plumage with such grace 
and her beauty raptured every being...

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" I will send them without wings so
that no one suspects they are angels."

                    ...

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Kiss the sun, fly with the wind, 
to live is a fire raging within.
Be not some featherless bird
or to a fallen angel akin.
For all creation stands in awe
of a lovers gaze
when the onlookers around them...

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"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said or written."  Rumi

Lyrics of loneliness liberate in a lucid...

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If I was meant to fly 
I'd have feathers and wings.
For being naked, no lift-off brings.
Instead I try to use sticks, feathers, paper and strings,
like Icarus, and the Wright Brothers, Wilbur and Orville,
to soar aloft...

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