Long Forlornly Poems

"Fraudulent"



A writer writes of people 
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all

like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors 
that judgmentally remain closed after glimpsed twigging -

a monumental fail,...

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the hanging grey   
  Smoke, tinged with barely...

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I am home ...

oh, my heart
      pray, hush its cadence
         for the sacred sake of unsated thirst
   beg its thrums...

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Why are you a deep shade of sad-blue?
I’m feelin’ oh so unsure…reflect on me like a crystal-clear mirror . . .  

I’ve been by your side for so long…I’ve been waiting on the other...

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Holographic
Pieces make

Up, what become pieces of ourselves,
that run in circles, like little elves,

playing with bits and pieces of others
as we incorporate parts- be they brothers

our sisters, our fathers our mothers
aunts and uncles - that in...

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Slowly, my ferryboat drifted closer to my dear old home. Before me, the stony peaks of familiar mountains arose from the blue hue, and just as cool salty breezes blew across my face, the childhood...

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Preface:
Earlier today May 28th, 2021,
the 12-member jury unanimously
found Cristhian Bahena Rivera guilty
of first-degree murder in brutal stabbing death
sentenced to life in prison 
without the possibility of parole
of Mollie Tibbetts remembered as then friendly
20-year-old who was...

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Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa

His striped tie has a green tint color 
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood. 
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons. 
I can see...

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Flashing red, yellow, green the neon lights illuminated the silky soft skin of her face
Dressed in high top black boots, a maroon coat with a collar of white lace
At dusk every Wednesday she stood in...

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For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes...

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Another Senseless Killing...

IOWA CITY, Iowa
     (killingly, jarringly inexplicable,
     horribly, gruesomely, and forlornly),
     the found exhumed decayed corpse
     belonging to...

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At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race.
Hands morph to...

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By twilight, the west breeze sings a catchy tune,
Pearl's fingers raved by stars and the roved moon.

When you're down, I'll be there to hearten your day,
If you're antsy, I'll yearn to allay your dismay and...

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Emptiness – I have known you perhaps since infancy
when I cried so incessantly when my parents put me down to sleep.
Was it maybe because I was fearful that some void would swallow me up
were I...

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Rain ©  

I walk on slick shine streets 
in the night with my lover. 

Freshly out of bed and ravenous 
for other food, he pauses and 
licks the tears and rain drops 
from my...

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Not a flag was unfurled,
and no cornet trilled,
as the rain-swollen clouds,
the bleak valley filled.
 
The wind blowing cold
with a chill that pervades
as the caisson's old wheels
creaked through the glades
 
where leafless Live Oaks
their limbs upward...

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Winter’s Journey  (Part 2)



The Mother Bear pounds her paws 
in agitation from left to right 
as the floating ice shelf melts through 
the many lonely nights.
It’s the heat of her tears not the sun...

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The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls

The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to...

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May 8th 2009

take a moment
—to look at me
just one final moment
what do you see?

when you look into my pain-filled eyes
is there darkness?
a sliver of light?
excruciating affliction crashes over me,
do you not see?
is there nothing?
only a...

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The face of sparkling spring shines 
on the convivial tapestry,
spread on the luminous landscape 
of the vibrant vivacity of the face,
engraved with the dreaming blue lagoon of eyes
and the lotus petals of luscious lips,
portrayed in...

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CHRONICLES OF ALENE COLLINS
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Alene Collins, a tender soul in tumultuous terrain,
Touched by turmoil, torn by tenderness & pain.
She grew in her teenage testimonies, trials & tears,  
She's her grandparents' guiding light across the years.4

Separated...

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(A lone voice whispers)

In the lower levels of spiritual existence 

We once roamed
Alone and lonely

Forlornly
Looking for true love

And all its mysterious emotional energy

Hidden away 
In our empty homes

And like a red rose 
Blooming in a...

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When the opaque nights were starless, 
and the depressing days desolately cloudy,
the journey through the tortuous valley of life 
wasn’t easy as it was meant to be.

When the wilted flowers turned pallid, 
and the defoliated...

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She felt the pain and loss of the gain of a midnight true love’s dream.
No one to blame she left and came and I asked her, “how did it seem?”
“Oh heaven, you mean? It’s beautiful...

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When the opaque nights are starless, 
and the gloomy days cloudy,
the journey through the vale of life 
is not easy as it is meant to be.
When the wilted flowers turn pallid, 
and the defoliated trees...

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