Long Gyres Poems

Written: September 30, 2023
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"There is my body,...

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1 From tuning précised white harmonic doves,
You made a fair light, the sun was torn halves,
And weaved the dimmed lawn- an elegant quilt,
For only those mine could feel the well-built!

2 Hence I, with my will,...

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his are whimpers of breath, 
lullabies drumming from a rising chest,
his is a soft pat on the head,
a wave of tenderness, trough to crest.

her right hand reaching back,
sensing a nape's outline with touch,
her left hand...

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Sevilla, the evening pins flowers on your hair
A pirouette of tasselled gown rustles by
Igniting a lusty swirl along theater’s wing,
Over spotlights on red liquefied hips
That kiss of flamenco gyres into a dance ;
Relishing the wine...

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The day of courage has come, I'll tamp down our rage,
Take studies in strides as I re-new Truth's defense,
Steady the chapters, the verses of pen and page,
Embrace the tabled periods, make joyful sense.
No more brutal...

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I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!

He has no wicked claws or...

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On Her shore I stand
At a meeting of sea and land.
The waves roll in at a steady pace.
In the distance I spy Her face.
Her smile so white,
It's the foam in the light.
Her blue eyes beguile
I...

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Following gyres of life 
one palpates
The level of disease 
Psyche wrestles
In the palestra, 
Ceremoniously, I’d say,
As if benediction would happen
Now, any day.
Invisible but with vigilance,
Let me hold or behold,
The ground and stance,
When you enter into...

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“That’s what I love about baseball –
it doesn’t mean anything.” – Woody Allen


The sun is shining, flags are flying,
Spring is here once more:
fresh-mown grass, and onions frying –
and so you know the score.

No criticizing, analyzing...

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I gaze from the sea, and spy you in the distance.
The fog clears, I see your face,
And my heart stops all resistance.
Your eyes pierce the murky haze, 
And your hair whips in the wind.
To this...

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My old friend struggles
with his life's meaning.
Familiar with dead cats, Newton,
Einstein and incredible fractals,
he gleans patterns instantly
and misses nothing
in his galactic surveys,
nor leave a clue unglued.
He can entertain the most bazaare
concepts in the fervent hope...

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