Long Fluster Poems

A Bagpipe am I,
My drones point to the sky!
I am magic they say, since the wizard ‘spelled’ on me that day.

He gave me the gift of immortal time,
I could travel through centuries,
T’was a gift.
It was...

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C:
  I journeyed long upon the way, e-mailed through your router
  hello "Henry", good to greet, I am in your computer
  I am between him and her, so I am gender neuter

...

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HealthCare giving
in a cognitive disability space
includes cultural LeftHemisphere trauma,
perhaps chronic autistic distress,
disrupted thrival flow
of wellness serotonin
and safe happiness dopamine
internally felt
sensory

Elder RightHemisphere spiritual
nondualistic
eco/theo-logical
outside/inside
warm womb-felt therapeutic
win/win
EgoChoices/EcoVoices
of health and safety resilience.

When we combine
what we know
about bicameral 
bilaterally contextual...

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POTD 5th Feb 18

Dedicated to Ken, a good friend of mine who had to give up a brilliant ballet, ballroom dancing and stage career when he was injured after a fall while performing a complicated...

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March fell against you
Like a cockatoo.
Leaned and ignited,
A burning chorus
Of quiet orchids
Yells me to your
Distance.

Our love dies
As before it began,
In silence.
Vast and internal.

The night stretches
Abandoned arms of
Battered silence
Across your great light.

I remember your light
Under the...

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An imaginary love.

So many flowers in the greying sky.
As waves of rainbows fluster bye.
The raindrops on the dry soft ground. 
So soft a noise almost no sound.
Make the beauty cycle around. 
So much blue in...

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There is something you should know about me
Something that I've been hiding very well
Believe it or not
I try not to let it out

I've seen this a couple of times 
Few times in my past
It makes...

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My wife found an Indonesian drum that she couldn’t live without,
It was a ceremonial one used to play for all who remain devout.

It had brightly colored beads and paint to decorate its side,
And it grabbed...

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Cabin Fever door closes five dollars,
a-Bag Used Book Sale
Sunday, February 23, 2020
hence less than twenty four hours
before avid readers bewail
foregoing scampering across Hillandale
vital poetic proclamation

yours truly doth broadcast,
albeit apologize short notice,
while courtesy warden
at Highland Manor...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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A black robed maiden, born in a sacred world
With dreams and aspirations that swell’s her femininity
She intrudes in my innocence, my future is in her hands
It is possessed by violence and lust
My idiocy has lead...

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Making up dance routines to the top twenty,                           ...

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Awakened by the creaking of the dying trees 
In this barren land devoid of a breeze
Imprisoned dreams in a land of unpicked seams
Endless chasms of regrets in which no sunlight beams

Broken chords strumming tunelessly in...

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Celtic Sun
Celtic sun, one such wonder, 
Sending her rays unto the woods, 
Celtic sun spun her golden silk, 
Oh, such beauty on kiln dried land. 

In this mystic cool Spring air, 
Soft wind blowing everywhere,...

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My favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
kinda sexist
win/lose 
either/or 
complex bilateral questions.

Oppositional
defiant
nearly despairing quests
exploring why I have yet to find
Faith
Hope
or delightful Joy
as names for a boy

Who might be named
willful Father William
or Pastor warlike Warren
or Patriarchal terrifying Terrence
or even...

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Who are you?

When the lights are off and your heartbeat is dense,
Do you question your time or space or this everlasting sense?
Does your mind run wild with these blues and pinks, or these yellows and...

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He sits hunched in his room, regular twilights,
tries to erase the precarious voices telling him to leave,
“Leave, my boy. This world is cruel.”
So, he assents as there is no one to be bereaved.

Hitherto had he...

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The smallest, most annoying pest,
Seeks the heartbeat of your breast, 
In search of where to build its nest,
Bites you, and forgets the rest. 

It's venom starts to flow within,
The earth beneath begins to spin,
You fail...

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.The Universe revolves around our love.
As I run through your hair with my finger,

Hungry fingers supply magical grasp
Lying in the gloom, silent next to each other.

At sad dawn, your magic dust loses its ability.
The sun...

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Oh there is one place that dwells deep within
          It warms up the sun as each new day begins
       ...

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Truth or dare? Truth ...



I came of age when I was twelve, (Janie, sixteen),

          In one of the most amazing summers of my life, 1970 ...

Oh,...

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It's another mild day and the sky glows white
The air is still and cool as the midday light

Admirers giggle, perhaps at a young caller
One hunches over, the other stands taller

They don't look wealthy, yet they...

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No-one aspires to have Alzheimer’s…it’s a disease we long to defy….
one ailment we hope as we get older…will simply pass us by.

But one of the mysteries of life that fluster, frustrate and confuse…
Is when it...

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Butterfly whims
As I think only of him
The rapture of his undying charms
Choking back the tears while cradled in his arms

Swallowing the fears, upon Locus’ wings
I fly, I flutter, coming apart at the seams
Anguished, all a...

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Prone to bloviation pure and simple
rides on figurative high horse,
which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster
analogous to General George Armstrong Custer
(blowing his i.e. mine little big horn)
anonymous readers I unwittingly fluster
poetic patina an artificial, superficial,
yet...

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