Long Frequenting Poems

A  HAIRY  LAMENT

I've been bereft since you abandoned me
You provided comforting you see.
When I lay my head to sleep at night
I wish you were here with all my might.
Was so good to have...

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driving our kids west . . .
our past life vanishing in
the rear view mirror

I don’t recall many details about our move to California. My husband’s job had transferred him two states over to California where...

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How dare goddamn Laura divorce him
     After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice
     Menopause made her dismiss marriage on a whim
     Told Rod...

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He was a very handsome man,
not filthy, unshaven or ashamed...
once he held a cardboard that said,
" Help me with whatever you can! "


Yesterday around the corner, he held out an empty cup of coffee
without saying...

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Our religion forbids all 
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to 
indulge in that harmful 
enterprise
But no one can claim that 
gambling is at all wise

To more has gambling 
brought much misery 
and misfortune
Trying your...

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Natural calamities have been
With man since time immemorial; 
Frequenting the earth's face, 
Standing as one tall trial.

They ravage places at random, 
So unpredictable; 
Like invincible enemies, 
Wreaking havoc so powerful.

Nature unleashes its wrath
In many forms;...

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Beneath smile exotic, gleaming moon’s delight,
We embraced romance of a passionate night,
Whispering deep secrets of moments sublime
Unveiling sweet story of undying-love in prime,

Of promises eternal, pledging together forever,
Journeying through life’s endearing endeavor,
Vowing to traverse through...

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He wore a leather bomber jacket and a redskin hat and would engage with people where ever he was at. He wore two hearing aids that often whistled like a kettle and as he aged...

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What would Dickens think,
If he could walk the streets of today.
Would he be fooled by the pretty facades,
Or would we find him frequenting back alleys and side streets,
To see how far we have come.

Would he...

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We all make a promise
at the age of good triumphs over evil
heroes
principles
to always stand fast 
on the side of the righteous 
no matter what.
my beliefs were identical
to any child's 
reading Nancy Drew
frequenting G-rated movies
good will...

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I stand alone, though I see another
Frequenting dark corners shouting 'other'
Cloaked in shadow, or a shadow become
Out run, out run, out run, out run

We dance the dance, the dance of death
Match or gain with every...

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Oh God!
When this state be free
And an independent kingdom again!
India, a hypocrites’ country, is a Power,
And although we are famous for being straightforward
But, a small nation, in Arms and Weopens we are very weak.
Otherwise, now...

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Fill in the Spaces

I see these spaces
These almost mocking moments
Of empty places
Frequenting the hours
In their lackadaisical way
To merely taunt other thoughts
That linger on what they deem as whimsical

Easy to shrug them aside
These mortuary faces of...

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As the essenes of 
Eden play lovely
quartets, a brief
interlude o' mine.

Oh. . . boisterous meadows
of entrancing enthralls
so fine.

As angels hearken
the harmonies of
our precious St. Uriel,
defiant.

The whimsy's of 
bitter attempts 
for lovely laughing 
girls, made bitter
pantomime.

Oh,...

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noisy toys and building bricks
girls and boys in football kits
playground fights homework books
summer nights disprooving looks
growing pains and butterflies
test and gains that qualify
leaving school hunting work
breaking rules going berserk
frequenting pubs getting drunk
discover love and have...

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Sometime in the summer heat or in the winter freeze,
I am either wanting you or you are wanting me,
Seasons are excuses.

Often in the wilderness of mountain park and trail,
Hand in hand we walk the paths,...

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ICONOCLAST
timeless
  twictching
as solidity
endures
  tomorrow

a conundrum
resolved
  appears
as
a shadow running
asunder

a reassurance
so uncanny
resembles
tonality
  in its
surtounding
perspective

glaring
  patches
a cornucopia
of
pictorial
  pleasure
in
erudite
convention
lingers
  afresh
erudite
  sensitive

fiitingly
  frequenting
&repostioned
thematically
  otherworldly
ravishing
 & compelling


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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The sermons priests preach
Through speech,
The child instructors teach
With speech,
The business men their partners reach
Via speech,
The saving shouts at a child in pond with leech
And requests to recreate on a beach
In speech
All powerfully elevate speech,
Distinguishing this...

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COVID is here again, perhaps in a more virulent form,
Dealing with the day-by-day stresses is now the norm
     Still, so many continue to make this a political football,
   ...

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They can be a lot heavy: The Shoulder; 
By the dying felt like boulders; 
And one keeps groaning: The Carrier, 
As their weight become scarier!

They are the parts we hold high 
And passers-by confront confidence...

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I’ve continued to insist
That Ghosts and Spirits exist
But don’t their lips move
For the points they prove
Nor their arms for gathering mist
Nor their ears as messages twist
While listening to a gist
Prepared like a long list …

And...

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ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING
 A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW


Shot with grape dark beauty
Perches behind my window –
My love-
Hops to tickle my heart
Skims my dream to chariot
Making me speechless
With her raw silent crop.

With a burr...

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Her inhaler is not exorbitant
But should it count much that she's The Buoyant?
Why the breathless condition keep constant?
Black smoke from her kitchen Great Irritant!

Six in the morning the cursed urge itching
And Madam Irene must see...

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(ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW)

I loved and wept
Dreamt and lost
Like a flower in heat,
Summer’s thirst.

The withered petals
About to mingle in dusts
Jamming the eyes
Like wanton sorrows.

Loved a bird that 
Like afternoon...

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At Festus I no longer wave. 
I should save a not–safe image. 
At all persons Festus would rave, 
With this triggering plain outrage…

Last cause of Festus’ Anger “Dave”,
For which he called the Poor Guy “Slave”
“The...

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