Long Horded Poems

What golden fevers disease drives the madman’s insanity,
A toxic yellow shines metal, that glitter beneath the polar Aurora,
Of greed’s horded treasure of the Klondike’s curse!
By sheer brawn's heaving and hoe, did these fortune hunters so...

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Behind a counter in china shop sits a woman.
Between right thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers she holds an egg.
On the back wall are shelves with plates and fowl.
On the counter are eggs, a chicken,...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
      ...

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My thoughts linger in the bleak expanse that surrounds my disembodied conscious and  not even the pulsing epiphanies (a million lifetimes away) can bring light to the horrific darkness embedded in the remnant matter...

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Beauty’s Bequest
               By Odin Roark

Some say
We all have one
An enigmatic wild stallion within
Seeking sounds and symbols
To become a tundra of words
Its...

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A lifetime of waiting, stacks of National
Geographic half as tall as me, piled on
every step. A girl with nothing to do but dream.

The yellow-black jackets buzzed, I flowered
as I turned the pages. The relics of...

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If we could look back to those neolithic times, 
    When early man would walk and roam.
There was a need for some kind of leadership
    Or hierarchy, whether away...

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my dreams were not meant to be caught
nor horded to be worshiped in secret
No, no "Dream Catchers" for me
my dreams fly free

from the recesses of my mind
where they are caught 
in my internal "dream catcher"...

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When I was born
the light was in other people’s eyes.
warm hands coddled
spills of milky mew-shaped thirsts
dabbed at my whiteboard mind.

I began to wink the world into shapes;
as a new Loosely fleshed presence
I turned listless in...

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The Cleverest Sin

.........................................................of them all is
Vanity

That mankind’s propensity
To take pleasure in
All the aspects of our creativity
Achievement and praise therein
For its own ingenuity

Can be and more often 
is
Classed
As 
Vanity

Clever church
Artful religion

In its conquest of out spiritual...

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I remember shooting marbles during recess time.
There were puries, tiny worlds of milky blindedness.
Big heavy steelies, bearings from salvaged, derelict machines,
Hematite cores of some new known planets.
And cats' eyes with color-filled center swirls.

I horded them...

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Let it be known that Arthur Sly
Was caught red handed and sentenced to die

For he trespassed and stole fine things
Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and rings

This urchin of Satan horded all
And the others to answer...

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Family, friends struggle to transcend
a never ending battle to cope,
life drowns in a spiraling trend,
descending a viral slippery slope.
Irritable, confident, shifty and brash,
every morning begins with prayer.
Horded bottles of secretive stash
a surreal loss, in motionless...

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