Long Grope for Poems

The House That Jack Built (Pt. 2)

During Summer’s sweet vacation and sometimes on a school night,
 When most were safe in Dreamland and the Village bathed in moonlight,
 Nancy would toss gravel near my bedroom...

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As the life and voice of Dr. Maya Angelou were profoundly deep and moving, I hope you will find this grateful tribute to her to be fitting. As it is too long to be posted...

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Ambition in its prime dwells within over time —poet

My special poet…
is one who gets their point across
without agendas or alliterations of a bitter boss
No need for perfect literates who sip on bitters
and pound out heartless...

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No matter that the mailman stops or not.
I still put on my heavy jacket, 
Tug on my boots and woolen gloves.
Give an unspoken invitation
To my ol’ shaggy shepherd,
Who arthritically arises, stretches, yawns
Pads to the door...

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WISDOM WAS FOUND

The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to...

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By constraint and definition
are they so outlined
in the pockets of feckless charity
so circumscribed
and life be ruled by gutless fear
the survival mechanisms
and judgmental machinations so conspire
to pitiful wealth

Life
for all those in spiritual aspire
drag their heels in...

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Me you come in the dark hour of pain
When howling winds of strife
Threaten your own dear life
And your myriad tears fall as endless rain
To Me you come

You come with the promises of love renewed
Sacrifices of...

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Approach yonder rack, O fearful
Meretrix;
Wouldst here weak flesh reform
Beneath the buckled and tightening
Strap...
That which be transfixed by thy 
Fearful gaze.
Lo...A confusion befalls upon thee,
My Meretrix,
Your whirling emoitions trapped
Inside encroaching walls,
Floundering within neurons confines, 
Of a...

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I’m sure you’ve heard his name before
From stories of knights in days of yore
Born in village La Mancha in Spain
Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign

After resurrection, to America he came
In search of adventures...

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Three cheers for the damsel
Who despite numerous reverses
Smiles for souls who fell
In love upon assimilating vivid verses

Which struck cores and stores of emotions
Moved to mercy bereft of ecstasy 
Stimulating motions and demotions
Sometimes driven to a...

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I'm squirming in a chair of oak,
with narrow arms.  My buttocks numb,
and all the while the clock ticks on.

While folks are grim, with furrowed brows,
'We're all lined up in two long rows
of growing thirst,...

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Thanatos comes, Thanatos goes
Leaving me
But taking my love
Taking my freedom
Taking my identity
Leaving me riches beyond the imagination of Hades
But reaped me of all that I hold dear
Leaving me to grope for a hand that doesn’t...

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Why don’t we let things to be
The way they were meant to be?
We strive to thrive
By a meddling drive
Into Nature’s territory.

Nature gave what Nature gave
Why not preserve it and save?
Instead we try
To modify
Play lesser gods...

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if you can not speak, hear ...

I am no better than you -
we are turning inward en masse
light gleams from the mountaintops and steeples
warning us with dread, yet our swirling head is never fully fed
the...

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Oh God, expand my narrow, cluttered, room!
And clear the clutter out, so I may see!
And still my Seas, as You did, Galilee!
Life threatens to collapse in, with a Boom!

Like Aspen, that arise after a fire,
Or...

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I'm wearing the blue,
yes, proudly, and don't prejudge me
and I won't prejudge you.
Some nights I sleep swirling in
nightmares,
seeing the blood of victims, and
I still very much care.
I grope for the lamp on my nightstand,
my headache...

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I'm squirming in my chair of oak
with narrow arms, and folks lined up
in two long rows of growing thirst
and hunger for a breath of air

Like sardines in a can of worms
we are strange, unlikely shipmates...

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We have come to the
" feast" 
At jungle, to dance
to tunes 
Of music of our
time, and now, 
Leaving the arena
for others, 
Returning with
cheering heart. 

Gladdened by our
worth 
Our shoulder laid
with arrogant pride 
As it was...

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A babyis dying  in ward ten is dying ,
To save his life the doctors have stopped trying, trying.
The parents sit by his cot holding his tiny hand , crying, crying,
The baby in ward ten...

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Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.

Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.

All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.

Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,

The...

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In the continuing creeping in of tomorrows
     and constant oozing out of todays
          breathe moments so mellow, 
    ...

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Black-blue and purple-gray, barred from florescent in amber we play
scratched across vinyl, we sway, arguments in amber we play.

Hopped up on booze, blow, and the down beats blare where we grind
the twenty-first centuries bruised gene...

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Often, after a day of walking
in and out of my mind,
I will put on a nightcap,
it's not a substantial cap like a bobble hat
it's more a cowl, a hood, a cloud-basket.

Beneath this dark covering
thoughts lay...

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In the quiet creeping in of tomorrows
and in the silent oozing of todays
there breathe moments so mellow,
so intimately yours and mine.

Spoken words for us are not anymore
of any use in these quiet hours of ours.
We...

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The coldness of a lost loved one attacks like a parched lion on a late afternoon. It lurks and looms within me. It carves its way into the depths of my locked delight and take...

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