Long High art Poems

After work at Google, I sat with the guys
I said we were elite, enlightened and wise
We had to censor those in this benighted nation
Who spread disruptive disinformation.

A Venture Cap named Hank said this isn't fair
He...

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How do you feel about ai ?

The sophomore's been hijacked by the Robot, all pretentious speech, vain trifles, and vacant syllables. What a lullaby of sterile verse, a monotonous drone of uninspired ink. The timid...

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Sock drawer poets they called us,
All our scribblings secreted away,
Composed then filed unread,
Hidden from the light of day.
And then along came the Tablet
And universal broadband,
Fast Internet coverage spreading
Length and breadth of the land.

Friendships made on...

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“Maybe love doesn't come from the heart. Maybe it's a psychic jolt that wakes you when you touch them, leaving you breathless.” Christy Johnson

Butterfly kisses and his breath upon my cheek.
Racing heart of mine. I...

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CHARM IS DECEPTIVE AND BEAUTY FLEETING
THE WOMEN WHO FEARS THE LORD IS TO BE PRAISED
PROVERBS 31:30

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED
Over the years to cross paths with a number of women who fear the Lord
It bears saying...

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The summer heat swells
The brain trying to function
Under the pressure

Hands and feet are stiff
Eeking words out of the air
Seeking a release

Sometimes thoughts rain down
Interferring with our lives
From out of the blue

Furiously, we try
To uncover the...

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East Jesus




Assemblage and mixed-media arts,
imagine a world without a waste,
Salvation mountains, acrylic colourful carts,
Sculptures and installations put with taste,

Self assessment of the deep inside,
Freedom of expressions for all sarcasm,
Thoughts brighten up to everyone's pride, 
Epitomising...

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JACK PAINTED A PICTURE 
OF A PURPLE WATERING PAIL 
ON A PLAIN PAINTER’S PANEL
AND PLACED IT ON TOP OF A HILL

AND PUT MY POEM OF A PLANT DEEP INTO IT 
I CALLED IT A COLLAGE...

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So many faces in the mirror
So many strangers in view
Long forgotten projects
Traveling in foreign lands.

Half forgotten affairs of heart
Women who will never know
Some subtlety to comprehend
Immensity of futile tenderness
Sufficed by accumulated years.

High afternoons of boredom
Shadowy...

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