Long Handheld Poems

I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you...

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It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself at a passionate spring
oozing its life gliding o'er its rocky...

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Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
  (A Native American Food Source)

Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,

Nature
sprinkles its bounty
majestic Oaks rain
fruited missiles to ground:

thy treasure feeds life itself
creatures...

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The old fart (alter cocker) shuffle

as one fairly long run on sentence
unwittingly made locally famous 
courtesy residents here at 
Highland Manor Apartments
as first one foot and then the other
painstakingly, and agonizingly dragged 
across the cement...

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"These are the evil and we're in the end days. The last times what are you going to do? what are you going to do ? when Jesus descends from the skies ? when the...

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II.	The Stage is Set
As I slept, I did not dream; when I woke up, it felt like the time had gone from one minute to the next. Restlessness was my rest; all I could feel...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of my memories…
my first memories (when the decade ended, I was...

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I’ve seen the minds of my generation bested by their handheld mobile devices,
texting for a dopamine rush, tuning out the reality around them.
I’ve watched them, withdrawn from present company, looking for bars of microwave coverage,...

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*Image of Lovers Night by Pinterest.

Tale of The Night Movers

Hail, a phantom moon
traversing its cloaked
chambered recesses
of her prevalent crown.

Unspool gently and host
minding eyes immersed 
within your ethereal pull
exacting Cupid's pursuit
impresses dependably.

Slay suspicious initiatives
yond hints of...

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Flailin’,  flailin’, flailin’;
There goes my ball sailin’
Into a trap, the water or the woods.

Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’;
You can hear me wailin’,
“Why won’t that damn ball go where it should?

Drives go right.  Putts go wrong.
I...

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Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits of the whole.

Latial premise culture ......

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*Image of The Old Shed by Pixabay.

Still Here

He was the tourist trade foremost embellisher,
               his Aloha shirts receptive then, and
 ...

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I have a new cell phone
It allows me to text...

I have finally caught up with the civilized world
Me...who swore on my soapbox....
             ...

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Billowed in black by my schizophrenic ponderings, these personalities are somehow resolute.

Within a matrix of survival; they coincide.

Fractals of quanta and wavelengths that fall from grace, will soon depict a Homunculus face.

Spanning out into oblivion...

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Lying on the fresh mown lawn,
With buttercups aglow,
Trying hard to stay awake, 
My eyelids saying no.
Sun above me eating in,
Perhaps I’ll get a tan,
The temperature soaring,
I sure need my handheld fan.
A butterfly is circling,
With its...

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Walked into a door frame and battered my shoulder
Felt I’d done battle with some kind of boulder
I thought I’d need more than a dollop of ointment
So I rang the doctor to book an appointment 

The...

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I miss the electric hum of a landline.
Some long nights I could hear it listening to itself
as if plugged into several minds all at once.
It was sound without daylight,
night echo’s that lingered into the day.

The...

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No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
No simile will be an apt story there
How the sky splashed the color within
Yet, his...

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How wonderful! God sees our worthless vessels,
yet they carry his message and light into the world.
O wonder! God moves our feet, directs our paths.
Our minds must not hinder nor slack. They must
attack the dust, muddy...

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I was a schoolgirl then, in nineties
Braided hair and full-blown inundation of dreams
Yes. They still are strumming these to stack those feelings, intact
As an old page of a novella still wash the eyelashes, with nothing...

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In acknowledging a moment
In appeasing friends' and relatives' real-time expectations
Yarns of lies 
Were spread evenly on our fields of gold
Like a spider we spun, spin and map our web of mistruth
We build layers upon layers...

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We knew how to be kids in the 70s,
Playing outside every day,
We made our fun with what we had,
Skip rope, pogo stick, stilts even climbing a tree,
We had no fear, if you got hurt you...

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Let us lose our hearts, within the heart of Nature, my love,
Let Eros and Aphrodite protect us from above;
These green leaves of the white jasmine trees whisper new romance,
Their shy buds, bloomed overnight, stealthily lay...

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Why'd I hide it
Yeah that kind of riot
When you sigh and the silence shrieks louder than verbs and
And the direction the affection takes then
Pressures the perfectionist in-
To layman's ways of saying "let's be friends"

So the...

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2. Aria

Twain kindred souls start slow and reunite,
Same as lovers who split and then made up,
Though, twas a mere slow dance, a Pavane,
Taming a dance floor with their passive feet,
As Faure's piece fades, delayed music...

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