Long High frequency Poems

My first grade field trip begin Joseph Medill school of journalism Chicago my first grade class sang African American spiritual hymns performing at the Schubert theater the museum of science and industry the museum of...

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Through the hushed whisper of the breeze
Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees
I sense that I have stepped
Into a sacred hallowed space

A GARDEN OF ROSES

A heady perfume hits the senses
Euphoric, Exhilarating, Enticing, Ethereal comes to...

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Modern living and its obsession with materialism has conditioned us to think that what we can see, and feel is all that is real.

We say, ‘seeing is believing’ and insist on proof by saying, ‘show...

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A  is for Antenna

A  is for Antenna, the two-in-one, receiving in and transmitting away.
B  is for Broadband, to fire away on the high speed  digital highway.
C  is for Current, what...

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despondency echoes in your eyes
like dripping plight resonating across a baron wasteland
bound by your own hand
held captive by words on your own lips
but it is the very words unspoken
haunting your thoughts
obscuring reality blackened by self...

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In the vast ocean of beings and tempestuous thoughts,
You are the vessel that sails with heart at the prow, brimming with unsaid treasures.
Not all can taste your depths, not all can penetrate the abyss,
You are...

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I Know Where I Belong


    Oh ! Dear,
              I am away from you since long
    ...

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That dude 
That lad
Yes its me again,
The wind be the end
The end is the start of where i stopped 
Where i stand,
This is where i live 
That house
The home of a young lad,
My heart runs...

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Ah what are you in this high frequency life?
Bewitched I am by your sheer silence;
Consumed fully by your soothing vibes;
Deepening, animating my very existence.
Enter you please with or without my behest;
For my full reality is...

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A walk a saunter 
but
No Paradise Garden this

The wells power a procession 
The ghosts of the past
Things come and gone

It is looking back at you
You who have the gift of life 
You who have the...

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It's a cool measure of our ex'd life blood low
family volume keeping the venous-return and arterial
alert-compressive, but youth manical-down
deep fried effervescence continuance abliss
smooth blowburn alive-high frequency antedote
fevered pitch-a  mellow deed
digestive cornerstone just picked, uncanned
cloud...

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It's a cool  mesure of life blood low
keeping the venous vacant return and arterial alert
               compressive but maniacal
down  ...

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radiating positivity
i rejuvenate in high frequency
exhilarate an yellow aura
bright and sunny like a canary
keepin' it 100-
let's marinate in prosperity
as we are evolving soul seekers 
destined to elevate life quality
you are the co-creator of your reality
embrace...

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Poetry contests offer the inspiration frame,
so the poems can get a place in apt showcase.
It’s not to earn any literary accolade or fame,
for nobody here is running a poetic race.

The contest entry is the choice...

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High-frequency T.V.'s and Mp3's-
fortune five-hundred execs 
getting high on profit specs,
and migratory bird disease.

We live in a time where
teenage single mothers still have sex,
and the majority recieve hourly checks;
we all look on with an empty...

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5/3/17


The world getting hungrier
Times getting uglier 
And bloodier
Compared to animals, have people always been nuttier?

Needs growing
And greed showing
Far from easy going
Regardless of what you read and are knowing
Better keep going

Above and underneath the counter
The pursuit...

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At the speed of light, I hear your scream
I wake up in a galaxy of dreams
Your restless thoughts shatter my sleep 
But I dare not take a step
 
On this terra firma of alien giants
Our...

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You used to say 
that pizza always sucks
once you’ve had your last slice
you’d grab the best sneer to mimic
all those moments we couldn’t box in
would have your forehead slipping into eternity
by stroking the surface of...

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Looking into the tunnel 
There the horror of ones birth
The beauty seen of ones death

My reaching fingers 
A soft acrid smell of electric ozone
Wild pulsating mysterious images indistinct a soft focus 

Powerful bass sounds so...

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