Long Guised Poems

(composed about eight years ago
moments ago this poem underwent
     slight poetic surgical face lift
modifications by this bro)
this spine tingling reaction,

     sans flushed testosterone
    ...

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Momentarily
          by Odin Roark

How elusive the quest
To place oneself in sync
Wavelength to wavelength
Response to reply

So many agendas beg ignoring
Those places where integrity remains suspect
Where job
Marriage
Relationships
Friends
Acquaintances
Eye contact
Undeserved...

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     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is but a mere lie, 
     ...

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The new 950-ton bridge would beat
down time dashing to classes cheat
ting vulnerability asper thick traffic 
     putting life at risk, 
     thus laudatory alternative
 
     intending to offer Sweetwater 
     to last a lifetime would...

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The Godliness of Adoption is...
Or is it not?
 …A beautiful spring sprung floret of rose. A rose brought home from humanity's colorful garden of trust? Yet, it was not all that long ago when each...

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In an old thatched house,
In an inhabitated corner,
Of a ghost village,
Lived an old woman.

Aged not in years, but in struggles and tears,
guised with prematured grey hair,
Empty mouth, wrinkling skin,
And unsupporting nerves.

Every morning she'll place a...

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Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from no/mo/mojoe months of 
exsocietal solutiservititude of sexlessages unimpressed. 
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysicosexual spirits melding
into a one...

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Cotton Bootie Enlistment
             by Odin Roark

How innocent the booties of birth
If only their cast remembrance
Might remain but nostalgia
 
Instead

Their bronze symbolism
Merely encases a...

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About Pain

                                 What...

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Question my mannerisms, do you cause me
Kindness, should be shown to no friend
Reciprocation, will their beliefs differ
In vain, will all my acts become
As if trust, can be nurtured by none
Relationships prove worthless

A resident was my...

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As my finger, triggers the sound
My heart ululates, in intoxication
Remembrance, is a gift in itself
Indescribable feelings, leading me forward
Being described, through each line I hear
Nostalgia, a joyous feat

The world's halt, is known
My feet, the only...

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Cleanse - To plant 'A Seed of Virtue'...!


Cleanse my mind, cleanse my heart 
and cleanse my thought I pray;
seething anger, insatiable desire
and pangs of fear way-lay!

Easy prey for stimulant, that prowls 
for a hunt and...

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Love’s Ebb and Tide
             by Odin Roark

One never picks a tide’s movement
Forces outside one’s mere wishes
Answer to only that which stays
Beneath the surface...

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Banul had a knack for annoying others,
thanks to a fractious face – 
a smile guised as a grimace,
a grimace guised as a scowl,
a mouth left ajar when it should’ve been shut,
full of wrongful words

And Kashy...

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Trumps Wall


He boasts
Walls he shall build
With his generals
More weapons for the King of the Hill
Sowing hate and creating
Fascist dreams
He divides and demeans all those
Who share not his vile power dreams

I have news and its foxy...

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The marsh is thick, and my shoes are ripped.
Treading through the swamps of my mind.
   Sluggishly moving onward through the quagmired 
lands of this perceived world.
   Constant mental struggles conflicting, go...

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Dream-Blisters
         by Odin Roark

“…Like the glow of star-dispelling lights
rising, 
saturating air
from 5th Ave
to Trump Towers,
to the Bronx,
atop the bridges glinting brazen shouts.

“Hurt and pain guised as success,
a...

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Shadow’s Passion
            by Odin Roark

A child’s imagination holds light’s oft guised presence in wonder,
As adult recklessly consume its flame of spirit and heart.
Left behind...

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through the mist
vision blurred by the bias of our views
intelligently present our clouded vision
never attempting to walk in another men's shoes.

blinded by the fog inhabits our thoughts
signs in hand we offer our misted words.
convinced we...

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Enslaving Love
             by Odin Roark

An eagle rides the updraft
Peering down at the happenings

Man's best friend wags his tail
Hesitantly

A bouquet of flowers seeks the...

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Believe What You Seek…

Believe what you seek,
not what others would have you speak.
Ignore the signs stopping you.

That whirling dervish of conviction one conveys
need not, nor should not,
suggest what your audience wishes you to believe.

The question...

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The hood is foregone.
Into the past, of fired crucifixes upon front lawns.
   The day has begun, a new dawn.
Bare faced, in the sun's illumination.
   Guised within the roles that make a...

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POETRY
                 What
is poetry
          is it me
    ...

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POETRY
                
          it is me
      ...

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Fate’s Game
              by Odin Roark

Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for...

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