Long Foreground Poems

It had been a hellish week.

On Monday
my lonely and tired AfricanAmerican husband
told me, as gently as possible,
that what I had hoped was a temporary separation
is to be extended into perpetuity.

This separation had been scheduled to...

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Oh! African child, the temple
A redient beauty of nature
Thou are the cradle capital
 Of humanity and creatures
The founder of patriarchal

Oh! African child,
The coy the toy of the wife
Beauty of nature and life
The belike of Bowie...

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Made in Neonazia

Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching
penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town 
A splendid display of harmony of sun ocean and tourist attraction
warm sand...

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* My take on the theme of my contest. Just for fun. 

A canopy of silvery stars speckle the ebon expanse above me, at once beautiful but at the same time, taunting. For if these...

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Saturday Afternoon Before Jack’s 2nd Birthday

A Caravelle wall clock behind me
  ticks away muffled minutes,
Its black pointed hands 
   reaching upward and downward;

The EXIT sign above the open white door
  ...

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...a true story


It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine....

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Valerie



It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine. At loose...

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...a true story


It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine....

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine. At loose...

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I once heard of  an old man who lived in a faraway land.He built his castle on a hill so that he could keep still.He had a  great herd of cattle and vast...

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Buried in an avalanche you
might see on "Hoarders buried alive"
back and foreground
white sheet with limited pay per view,
nonetheless sky scraping heap

(Uriah not kid) nsync with a 'U'-
shaped tube anchored securely thru
solid wood - sporting
towering, leaning,...

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 YOU  are on the hospital  bed, 
struggling for your last breath 
but this time I too lost my faith because
 can't stay beside you as I promised...

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Oh Lord please tell me what Isaiah meant 

That “the wilderness and the dry land shall be glad;

the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus?” 

I look out at the full moon in the...

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Eccentric Emma, third world charity advocator
Posts smiling foreground photos in mud slewn villages
Personifying inconsistency wafts remote mantra
Mind realm torrents when Followers Like - limitless! 

Travels to India restore her heart's connection
Finds enhanced spirit to spruke...

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We witnessed a wedding
of Groomed BridePassion,
Yanged Yintegrity

Groomed co-enlightened strengths
in cooperative economic space
with Bridal co-empowering flow
through sacred inter-generational time

Throughout each organically wedded network
explodes summer's green emphatic climax,
ripe
hot
wet triumphal passions

Yet also witnessing Earth's impending
imploding winter dormancies,
EarthMother's cold
barren
dystopian...

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forgot what I had set out to remember
when my deconstructed self
discovered there was no authentic anything
saw through it all every granule
how we became the unwitting tools
of smarter people who really weren't smart enough
concluding if this...

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The landscapes I paint have a fence or two
Some with pegs stout and straight
Some with bars broken and bent
A fence between the grey gravelly pathway 
And the flashy flowery garden swathe
Or between the rippling river...

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Baudrillardian Echo


I awoke this morning with a profound vision of a painting. 
A sort of Baroque ensemble of consequence, still lingering. 
I've put it to pen, since it's quicker than painting.  
The contortion of life...

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I’ve brewed so many potions still you are
I’ve made elixirs from hydrogen to quiet you 
Nothing I do is a cure for my lonesome electron
We all have a voice spinning around in our heads
Are yours...

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The sea paints an ever-changing portrait of itself in water colors.
The images roll through your view finder or your eyes as you watch.
Sometimes it is glassy silky smooth, syrupy, reflective.
You get to paint the sky...

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A ten pence curve on a nine cent? Oh dear. It is a shame when the circles form. Either a circumference is allowed to exist or it is chipped away. Thus is not the fault...

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I used to envy still life painters
longing to see
organic geometric relationships
between full-color light
and irregular isolating forms,

These close to self-identity
and those background wildernesses
of bright and happy adventure
or dark and fear-filled
encroaching climate pathologies
unenduring nightmare epic nights.

Now I...

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With these twelve words...

art has no restrains 
there is nothing that can chain it down
no fabric that can not be broken from.

*FoRm?
>that de...pe...nd...s.<
WHAT duz iT reSEMble
fOrM doth [come {inallshapes)
AND sizes!

"pun,ctu?a:ti-o;n!?
proper,?
maybe"!
,maybe. not'

another language?
je ne sais pas,
throw  it in...

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bloated girth deceased,
not surprisingly packed orotund
size appetite conveniently weighted
gravity helped fell
giant gourmand chowhound
demise linkedin automatically tightened
neckerchief doubled as noose clothbound

neck, the luckless bard dead -
poets society he didst cofound
oh captain my captain compound
suffering no more,...

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Dying. 

                   Died.

              ...

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