Long Handwritten Poems

How unparticular the day had particularly been,

On March the third of two-thousand and eighteen,

For the caretaker at an historic Adirondack Inn,

Had lacked company, and therefore, dopamine.

 

‘Twas Sunday when all the guests had fled,

From either...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won...

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I know that even when others deceive me, you can't decieve me with your blossoming ink of truth.
Go tell them what has happened to our budget,
Tell them that our budget is missing in a broad...

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A rising sun burns like a solar flare
  from St....

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I have been instructed to release the following
manuscript on the death of my client
Mr John Phillips. Who was a former officer in the Royal Air Force.

Mr P.J .Carruthers.  LLB.
Solicitor for estates and wills.
London.
16th February...

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Dear Me…

                             Today my thoughts are about you, only you!
                       ...

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"Cherish Armour"


She 
wears 
Her armour,

LOVE -

draped like chain mail
shields You 
with Her heart

When She is drowning
She will throw You to the sure
safe for Your future

And She will cry of lost children 
morbid oblivion, 
damnation and...

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The  road  to my hometown was  a  long, and arduous one.
I  loved  the walk ,and the privacy  it  gave  me.
My  mind  was  awash...

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Purposely, intentionally
enter out my reluctance and enter in a nose dive back into the past
a Samurai Jack experience
It has to be here somewhere
these long forgotten memoirs pieced together yet never mentioned
never verbally spoken nor handwritten
They...

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She stood at the window all day watching the children at play, she never leaves that room she stands there morning, night and noon, and the only time she leaves that place is when she...

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La Poetess Gardener;
And in her garden she's growing;
Small flower Jan Allison;
We thank you for your words and verses of encouragements;
How be it some funny, a lot heaven sent;
We thank you for sharing your creativeness;
A small...

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I know that I’m not dead, but I might as well be, I live in an altered reality where I’m still the me I used to be
Here I sit beside of me talking to myself,...

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Childhood can 
be a connotation 
of cacophonous tunes,
where the sweetest sins 
hide pain 
    behind a smile.
We all have 
 a story to tell, 
but not all are 
  born to...

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About two thousand years ago
In the early morning hours of a cool day
When the wind was calm and the Sun had just 
Started showing his sign in east 

A small vessel boat standing near the...

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Most women have grown tired of just being women,
Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked
And placed in vases for gazes that never feel their roots;
They, the ladies of time,...

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"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)



a gift from my father - on the first day of college,
"Golden Treasury"...A book of poetry...
the first poem I read... "She...

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Stepping out into the Autumn night of Halloween
It is the Witches and the Warlocks turn to dance
Their air of mystery and mystic is all around
The zombies or the Undead cannot speak
but,their presence seems to be...

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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It...

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1) haiku* untitled:

october winds
of scattered maple leaves
~ handwritten poems


2) a three-line poem titled:

OF AUTUMN LEAVES AND ALL

a three-line poem is open to free verse, alliteration or rhyme
October winds wakening the muse within the silence of...

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I scribbled quickly
As they wrote their final exam
Little notes of appreciation
A special individualized message
Thanking each student
For having been in my class
And for bringing me joy
Reminding each one
Of the potential that lies within
For each is a...

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I never wanted to be
Those people single at 30.
I feared resemblance
of the tv shows and movies.

I dreamed of being
One of the lucky ones. 

Meet in our 20s,
Fall in love
And find out 
I’m worth it.

I wish...

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Every time  I read Pessoa I think
I'm better than he is
Salutations to Fernando Pessoa-Alan Ginsberg
 
 Me, the monocled one, with my foppish belted waistcoat, 
I'm not unworthy of you, Walt, 
I'm not unworthy...

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My name is Spencer Byron.
My first wife Addy died tragically in 1991.
A devotee of surprise. She was so much fun.

The breadth of love is unchartered territory.
Not all loves can be explained.
There are many aspects of...

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The glimmer in your eyes
When you look at me
It's hidden to others
But so plain for me to see

The fire that burns within
Our lustful hearts
It only grows dim 
Whenever we are apart

Our heart belongs to each...

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