Long Illuminator Poems

Ive developed a bit of a fetish, dear,
The smelling of objects of a queer kind.
"Queer", the collective perspective of a selected few
Let me address the subject once more
Select more carefully the words I spew
Breakdown
Analyze 
peripheralize
Re...

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A THRILL SEEKER (PART 1)

He is a sick man with no life that is running around in a world that cannot be lived.
All but not one knows his dementia and does not respond.
He is defiled.
Violating...

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THE HEALING POWER OF POETRY :
            BIBLIOTHERAPY
 
The word poetry derives from the Greek word 
‘poesis’, -
Which means ‘a making’ of a literary art...

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THE HEALING POWER OF POETRY :
            BIBLIOTHERAPY
 
The word poetry derives from the Greek word 
‘poesis’, -
Which means ‘a making’ of a literary art...

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He is soul-Upholder by His salvation light
Freeing mankind from sin-punishment’s blight 
Enabling testimony to shine bright----
Author of life Who deserves praises for doing what’s right.

He is spirit-Refresher by His constant revival
Driving along gloriously divine upheaval
Propelling...

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Assertions of the Lord for awakening aspirations
Book of the Law*, the Bible is for my being’s beauty
Compass for existence with points of compassion
Direction of soul toward fulfillment driving
Eternity-expounder expressing my very essence…

Faith source with Jesus...

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The playwright was most effective
As the dramatic illuminator
Of his own tristful destiny
As well as those of his kinfolk.
And of the two plays that treat
Of the tragic Tyrones
One features James,
His wistful pheere Mary,
And his two troubled...

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My passion is the happy fervor
That covers and moves the lever
I heard an exciting, silent flaming
To warn me about this mine anxiety
And its eyes have all the flaming
On that day my soul grew arousal
and the...

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Eyelids dance in a world obscured
Fabricating illusions we will seek
Like the melody of an unforgettable song
It's conception buried in the deep

Visions of his eyes
The tone of her skin
Is the one they see a dream
Or something...

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Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take. 

As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume...

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I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
Dare I presume to extirpate...

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Between a flowering hedge
and garden path illuminator,
an ancient ritual unfolds.
In motion,  her fascinating legs
are silver lit and busy as they knit 
a geometric circle.

Perfect, concentric as she navigates
in  the half light, it glows...

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Fractured thoughts
invade
leaving impressions:
Word read; your name said;
golden sunbath on country grass.
A million dollar smile invites, "Stay awhile."

Echo's voice
nearer your ghost.
Love's name,
passion flame of wanton desire,
My Lucien,
ignites your claim.

Body ablaze,
heart to cinders
sifting through ash memories
leaving of...

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