Long Flamboyance Poems

"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently...

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The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Chapter L.A.

I like to think of [the habit] as a bonfire or a lighthouse, so that light can shine out into places where there are no resources and there isn’t...

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Here she approaches, dark in complexion…
Exposed majestically in a catwalk,
Principle looking personality considered for deliberation.
Optimistic to achieve the world most valuable models award.
Built from positive cementation and aspiration,
Indeed, her skin proves she`s never coward.

We count...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim filled long, chaotic days, of colorful masquerades and fulfillment,
Like Sleeping...

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The Peterson Directed Handwriting System...

Tis beyond the depth and scope
of this electronic post,
and author, what triggers deliverance
housing bounty full memory absorbance,
yet no matter how many

heat sinks plumb cognizance,
most ordinary happenstance
often dredge up old nettlesome
rusty mettlesome...

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1.	Shall I narrate you a tale or may be a thousand stories,
Of a lost love and fervent devotion?
Or chronicles of longing and separation? 
Mayhap I, relate both as you wish, open your eyes and give...

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In my life’s poem, my best moment begins with your smile crushing the ramparts of my discontent. It was then my heart recognized Love did exist. Has there ever been such compassion in anyone’s demure...

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As spring unfurls its mystical charm 
and masterly sprinkles star-dust
to rouse nature from the cradle of slumber.
Joy overspreads through the excited cool breeze
that carries the invitation to each and every one.
It's the much awaited lovable...

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I saw a bizarre rainbow yesterday,
Seven colours,
 All shades of grey,
I grasped my whole days in my hand,
But couldn’t give a definite shape to the clay.
I probed the funny rainbow,
“You are a liar"
 “Where are...

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it was not so much that his liver had succumbed to cirrhosis

the jaundice had resulted from hard core assault on his brain

no rose-tinted spectacles would ever restore his faulty vision

myopia in itself was not a...

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The wild whirl of life goes on and engulfs us;
Passions come and are dissipated, Urgent needs
Are met, and recede into the subconscious.
And time passes.

I see you a year hence, from when last we met, and
You...

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We fight for the right to exist in masses, meanwhile the true revolution passes. 

Exactly what is the cause you support? The same community you abort?

Just like a saint that preaches heaven, but raises hell.

A...

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I reminisce, I miss my youth spent on the lap of blue hills, 
rolling down from the hazy horizon with the carvings 
of meandering streams, thriving thicket and emerald vales, 
embedded in the flamboyance of...

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Sandra Lee was a woman alone, but not lonely.
An artist, full of flair and ideas of flamboyance and fantasy.
She wrote poetry, drew portraits, made glorious watercolors.
Others married and moved away, but she stayed in her...

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They all pranced through some broad-like avenue
and they've placed apart from each other's course
proved they stood full of airs and graces view
from cameras balanced by those they knew
endmost part of the resplendent concourse

Those cut-and-dried to...

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"Now I am a vagabond of the universe, a drifter among spaces where 
the madness of things has no limits" - Thomas Ligotti


The blue hills rolled down the verdant slopes 
in rhythmic swings on the...

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My volatile mind wanders in fanciful emptiness, 
floats on the flotilla of sunburst cloud’s recess, 
makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy 
on the blank canvas in the museum of memory. 

The remains of unerased...

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This poem is about the life and feelings of a poet/poetess.



In a poet's world there is heaven and hell,
and many stories to tell.
There are mysteries to solve and codes to unravel,
many roads to travel.
There are...

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Vocabulary
that’s all which comes to me
painful conundrum so carefully written
could I say
I say so many things
place upon a kiss
a page of eternity
but awkward things are not who I seek
such inadequate verbs
punctuation to piece together
the ecstasy...

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At 13, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Brimming with youth and flamboyance.
With a myriad of of vying admirers, 
A family to love and to be loved back.
Her life was a blend of love,laughter and rebellion.

Then,all of a sudden,
Dragged...

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My mind ascends high in the lonely emptiness, 
floats on the wisps of crimson cloud, 
makes a fascinating painting of the fantasy dawn 
on the unfurled blank canvas of desire.

Outlined by the tinge of the...

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"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
                    ...

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“In chaotic times the madness of the drifter mind 
follows the footprints of the vagabond dreams”- 
Quote by poet  


The blue hills cascaded down the verdant slopes 
in the  rhythmic ripples of the...

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My volatile mind wanders in evaporated emptiness, floating on the flotilla of the sunburst crimson cloud, makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy on the blank canvas that I keep in the museum of my...

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Indeed
                                  ...

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