Long Henna Poems

Ah... methinks I could sleep forever

Basking in a supine position
with eyes wide shut
while the space heater churns out
fast moving molecules of heat
solitudinarian drowsy thinker fêted
by miniature fantasy 
of tropical island paradise
accompanying and populating slumber
courtesy flickering,...

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I recall the day she journeyed to the delta from her village above the first cataphract with a New Kingdom attitude and an Old Kingdom strut, inspiring rumors to be passed from shadoof to shadoof...

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"Papyrus, Lapis Lazuli and the Valley of the Kings - Part 2"

Rush...
the sound of the wind 
licks her ears, bites her neck, stings her lips
the deep heat caresses her hips 
brandishes, burns into her skin
travels...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
    where scars dance upon henna leaflets,
 ...

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I'm torn in poetry ~ 
like a fractured syllable 
scattered across 
altars of glistening gold, 
mirroring the maskless faces 
of those, who once 
sold their sanctity for sins. 
Perhaps, there's a
cursed moonlight, 
to which I'll...

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" Perhaps, life is just a disaster
wrapped in fairy-glow fragments ~
shimmering with stars of death... "

O' beloved moment of time,
take me where I belong,
in the henna haze of scentless leaves
draped in doves of lotus,
I'll whimsically...

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Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be...

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Let me not delve deep on what panned out thence, 
The gloom of nights deepened still further dense, 
And there was time I felt a puny pawn, 
My wanderings meandered when till dawn— 
A pawn...

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Listen to your lover as he comes, gazing in your windows, peering 
through the lattice, leaping across your mountains and bounding over your hills 
like a gazelle or young stag in your garden orchard of...

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Guarana Mo!

Most of the follow
     wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
     for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
   ...

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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
      a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars
  ...

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We draw life's patterns, vibrant and bold,
We arrange our karma, both new and old.

In the mandala of time, we place our stories,
In the chakra of days, we set our glories.

We shape tales of anand, we...

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Dark am I like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon; 
yet, I am lovely- coming up from the desert in a column of smoke perfumed with 
myrrh and incense made from...

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Do not tell me anymore of mythical mermaids lurking
In the fine gradient of the sea, eyes heavy with a snaring desire,
A monalisa smile framed on their faces or of

Sexy mermen and smiling salacious simpletons
To stereotype...

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You asked us not to cry when you have passed on 
	But we do not need handkerchiefs we need storm water drains
		May the flash floods of tears irrigate your memory and wishes

To dance on your...

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Most of the following
words (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
abominable attempt at unit
tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
benignly, essentially,
and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real...

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She
 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—
    for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
    your name is like perfume poured out.
    No wonder the young women love you!
Take...

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 In the manicured meadow 
of woeful weeds,
where hope sprouts amidst
forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds,
I dance to the hypnotic breeze,
hanging on saintly strings with
cosmic eyes, unraveling the
emerald iris of sacred skies,
orchestrating songs 
of sonorous seasons,
searching...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber in
watercolor coffins 
with opaque metaphors,
weaving hoaxed 
hymns of the nascent...

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(Soliloquoy : An act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play.)


Mark a book, book a mark.

Not every household has the same pattern...

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White-sugary sand
                 Desirable beaches that surround
             ...

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hold still …

eventide -
I am a capricious cad among wraiths
waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard -
catching stars as they drip with
waxy and wild wonder
into the braids of my maudlin noose
tightening …

jangling, dangling -
rose...

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I take her delicate hand in mine,  
With flowers and swirls, I seek to entwine.  
Pretty it’ll look, and smell even better—  
Henna on the hands of this girl of mine.

She selects...

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Swallowed in dreams of bliss
sunsets, berry kisses
endless, silk spread skies
ignites still visions.

The strands of your tresses
flow like henna falls 
tingling, sweet caresses  
burning ember walls.

Your lips, like honey
exude sweetness
as a dream lover's dream
I fall...

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That day was forever.
It was finally time,
For us to move out.
We found old card-boards
From our neighborhood
Chose the best ,
Carefully laid our stuff .

Our old home stood ,
At the center of the town,
Where we grew up;
With...

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