Long Focal point Poems

The date of the celebration
(the second day of February) coincides
with medieval feast of Candlemas,
and its pre-Christian predecessor,
Imbolc, a day also rich in folklore.

An old Scottish prophecy foretells
sunny weather on Candlemas
means a long winter.

The tradition is...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon...

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The room is an object in its entirety.
Singular in form and mind,
and multiple in purpose and pleasure.
It is a secret capsule.
Though it was once adorned with bright reds and greens and plated golds
that climbed up...

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I was interviewing the Head Poobah
of our Norwick Public Utility CoOperative
and asked him
Where did the 22 percent goal come from
for acquiring renewable energy?
As compared to 78 percent from nonrenewable
and guaranteed increasingly costly electricity sources
like burned-out...

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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy to summon the smart, south to Saturn where I rest...

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On a European tour the famous American novelist, took his young daughter. His young daughter noticed how the cream of European society exonerated her father. And she wisely made the following statement, 

"Father, you know...

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The wonderful world of Christian writing is not just for dire warnings and admonitions! We are instructed to Rejoice in the Lord always and again I say rejoice. We are to worship Him with Psalms...

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Do you hear them?

Woodland creature amidst the thicket, drawn, oblivious to indifference beneath 
heavenly luminescence.
And I, baring admiration in acknowledgement, plea to the awakening of your 
fellow ear as companion.
Fields breathe life of their expulsion.
Shall...

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Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase?
It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
 One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other...

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the word of God is spoken with awesome power
every day, every night, every minute and every hour
the word of God speaks about your true destiny
the purpose in life that God has chosen just for thee
yet...

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Poet’s Note: One of the last strong-holds of joint-family system, India, is breaking up. Old-parents, all-alone in lonely homes, have become a common sight. This poem depicts the fate of one such lonely mother....

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Languor of the mind
I.	My, my, My how times flies.
        Another year has transpired.
        Yet, a City has not been revitalized to...

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how does one sustain and retain spiritual revival
to go to the next level and have spiritual survival?
how do you move higher and increase your faith
and not regress nor become stagnant?
we need to be saturated in...

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Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to...

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TO THE PUBLISHER
> 
> I read and find your request intriguing
> you ask for bizarre tales for your book
> and I’m cheerfully ecstatic and disposed 
> to send you a particularly special poem 
> in...

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A corner, a place that's often unseen.
                          A peripheral spot,...

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'Play back that sound',she explained with bitterness,
'What's wrong?',I questioned,
I found out that she was severally harrassed at a conference, 
"He won't be entertained by any room with his proposal",as she envisioned,
Just sitting on the bed,I...

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There's a moment everyday where we choose to listen to love or ignore its cry.
Though ignoring it gets easier when we don't even try.
We get so caught up in our own lives that we no...

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I set up my easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed my colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure blue, titanium white, and ochre.
 
...

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Ode to Harris

So they showed you
the politics of poetics
showed you how to sculpt
quotations
as if discreetly yours

sure-e-e... 

they told you of your godhood
at Harvard
but they crucified you at Rowan Tree
fourteen light stained pages
4.95


6-15-00

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Watching years go by
like...

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A Democracy forged in the fire of human discontent
and molded into an enduring symbol of freedom.
A Republic founded on the highest of human ideals
to aggressively defend against tyranny and oppression 
that may come from within...

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There is no one
There is nothing 
A perhaps never to end existential pulsation

Since early childhood, since before I can ing remember
I knew everything was off...
All a giant game among the adult
No one admitted the delusional...

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Call it a requiem, dirge or elegy,
Lament, funeral song of eulogy,
On failing, dying light and last hurrah,
Maybe the last polite vah vah!

Once, a focal point of a family,
A device that brought it close together,
That not...

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 We had a sempiternal sort of love. We endured nightmares of broken glass and hours of pure bliss. It seemed strange how he loved me the way that he did. See, I was always...

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I set up an easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure, titanium white, and ochre.

   ...

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