Long Gestate Poems

RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of...

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I once walked into my backyard
and found two slugs mating in a bucket
I had just learned how slugs go about mating, 
or trust-I would have been rightly confused

Here hangs a long line of slime, almost...

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DUSTY POET

Dust before donkey doomed 
            a wicked whirlwind 
grains of wisdom wrinkle 
          ...

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Buried beneath blood-shot baby doll eyes
 where drowns dark truths dwelling empty despair,
 finds five fraught faces from false idol lies
 clinging cold-coffins caused by cruel affair;
Saddled by sorrow seen in mother’s stare,
 washed while...

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Look! A Shooting Star!

Let me honor your presence (dot chalked on ‘blacksky’),
as my poems (muse offers) make light of faint hope
that one day you’ll look skyward and grok my light too,
though the distance stays greater...

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A poet is a man with words,
And words a weapon are.
His words are sharply stropped and so
He makes them travel far.
He makes them cover many miles, 
Emotive  ones at that,
Digest those miles, absorbs their...

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Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray...

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Deep inside the deepest realms where I reside
Were fragments of the day's holocaust 
Finds windows to darkest dreams

So dark they can gestate resinate contemplate
Sinister things and ancient beings were
There be nightmares, my inner sight dares

As...

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Pathway to joy
paved gold not alloy

Resolute and true
eternal life in view

Our pathway to joy
paved gold not alloy

A life passionate,yet pure
A promise so sure

On  pathway to joy
paved gold not alloy

Creating compassion
learning His lesson

Our pathway to...

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Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.

Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out to play.
Across our world, it’s been said:
free to have his...

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Before there was a word, 
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.

There was only the soul
and a longing for words,
synapses gestating
wavelengths of loneliness,
the aching lack of...

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ENDWORD


What intimacy is its cause,perhaps

an immaculate conception of words;

too swift to comprehend,see or

recognise.The moment is there

and then is not.Gone with the wind

the seed of idea remains, to

germinate and gestate,fanned by a

mental fragrance of elation.Slowly

self-transcending a...

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POETIC BIO

Alliteration,the starting place, alongside

cinquains,apace in time,crystalline

lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth

footle,broken monoku for a while short

imagist was my style.Sequenced longer

poems metamorphose within this crysallis

changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be,

as you see,structured prose poetry.With

cadence and pause,others...

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The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
His life, and others too, he’ll devastate.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.

A lunacy infection in him lay
simmering, his heart to penetrate.
The pregnant moon has led a...

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Words have power,
Don't forget,
What comes out of your mouth,
Is what you're gonna get.

If you're filled with anger,
Contempt and unrest,
You must purge it and kill it.
This is no jest.

If you speak anger,
Hate and revenge,
This type of...

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Words have power don't forget,
What comes out of your mouth is what you're gonna get.

If you're filled with anger, contempt and unrest,
You must purge it and kill it this is no jest.

If you speak anger,...

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The beach gathers its dead. Thousands of horseshoe crabs
come home on the full moon’s tide. Their courting dances, 
scrawled with claw and carapace in the wet sand, leave
with the ghost hands of nursing Autumn wave.

Their...

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Faking feelings is what you do best,
undermining hope with false feelings.
And deceived by lust's many guises,
increased your vulnerability.

Fantasy divides reality
into darkening shades of despair.
And feeling all alone, you struggle,
believing that no one even cares.

Anger fuels...

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Shadows of yesterday can eclipse reality;
but in hope lies my dreams;
mired in doubt and frustration, I'm left waiting.
Waiting for love's elusive touch, 
I indulge in sexual pleasures,
but it's never enough; my heart craves more;
so I...

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I want to ride a zebra

   and race the rays of radiance
       through heat-waves’ sailing gradients -

     a folly wild - a mood...

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Sometimes it feels
as if I am carrying it as a child in its womb.

It is yet unformed, 
but it has searching plasmid eyes 
that see in the dark.

It is unnamed and dispersed as threads and...

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Any type of poem I write
Breaks my mind of the
Concrete that it sits in
Delivering myself a headache that 
Erodes my brain which often
Finds me with nothing to
Gestate into a creation of write that is
Hidden among...

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Sometimes I prefer the storm,
When chaos wants to be the norm,
The eye will pass and come again,
But still cannot contain the wind...
Sometimes I prefer the hate,
That the closest circulate,
Till envy wants to be my friend,
Then...

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What intimacy is its cause,perhaps an immaculate conception of words;too swift to comprehend,see or recognise.The moment is there and then is not.Gone with the wind the seed of idea remains, to germinate and gestate,fanned by...

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What intimacy is its cause,perhaps
an immaculate conception of words;
too swift to comprehend,see or
recognise.The moment is there
and then is not.Gone with the wind
the seed of idea remains, to 
germinate and gestate,fanned by a
mental fragrance of elation.Slowly
self-transcending...

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