Long Jaggedly Poems

The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that...

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Death Comes

All arguments and denials were fruitless;
The deceased fell prey to the Master Thief.

The “One” whose icy-cold touch is . . .
Just Too Cold to Resist! . . . They Say!

No worries though . ....

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Sinister glacial dissolution 
verging on huge jagged icebergs reverberate
nature mocking bird song sans bot mot, 
braggadocio, rodomontade, et cetera
distinct, ear splitting, 
and fractal heaving snap, crackle and pop, 
cacophonously fabulous, incredulously humongous, 
and thunderously voluminous...

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(There's a thirteenth 'zodiacal' constellation, Ophiucus, The Serpent Wrestler/Holder, or the "Twelth Symbol," as here used. In some ancient cultures, serpents were revered as feminine symbols of rebirth/healing, and bees as symbols of wisdom, while...

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Have you ever heard the cry of the broken hearted?
Whose heart bleeds as it pleads as a result to losing, the one girl, he needs
Humble your heart and mind and access with empathy; well enough...

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It has been 40 days, now, since my mom’s passing to the afterlife
But my feeling of “lost-fullness” is as untainted and as vibrant as the first moon
Way too bright for my eyes to see, especially...

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Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain
both beloved affluential cognoscenti,
     (took their life via cerebral hypoxia)
     neither death can one explain

left family and friends to speculate
   ...

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I can't blame anyone but myself
I can't blame her
but what ran through my head
when I gave the confirmation
It's like when a kid sees his mom leave out the door to the store
and 10 minutes later...

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I return each year to make my peace
I wade through  quilts of grass and stone
Beside the  mounds, of cold damp earth
And pray it's true.......that angels hear
Will gather 'round to listen, now

I need to...

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First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber.  Even the ruts in the driveway, are beautifully trimmed in rime, glistening in the touch of...

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Genuine Apologia Bequeathed...
Kickstarting Expungement Father Incurred

Within a sea futility aye wallow
riptides exemplifies sorrows
drowning me into undertow
bitter aftertaste hogties ability
to make headway, and shuck off tow

warring internal strife at this stage
of my life mein kampf,
a failed...

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LOVE IS NATURE, NATURE IS LOVE

and surely man is no inferior flower
to die unworthy of a second spring?
(John Clare – The Instinct of Hope)

The landscape is tranquil, peaceful and calm
Rolling shades of green sprinkle the...

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The brook follows the path of least resistance
It does not confront obstacles 
It embraces them
Nature knows not war

The landscape is tranquil, peaceful
Nature likes it that way
Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills with
A myriad...

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Canoe, golden brown inking rust colored depths, reflects the shape of my buried soul in rootless flight

Grassy banks envelop the waters and root the hoary trees that are the ghostly spectres bending

To reach for me...

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In Barren Fields

I jaggedly walk in barren fields
Where my brother waits for me
And angels descend with their shields
To protect his soul thru eternity

I gather strength to build my wills
Pensive and lost, cold and alone
Then I...

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I am from a place where the sun shines
Full of many many traffic signs.
I am from a place where we play baseball
WHACK
And umpires make calls.
I am from a place where there is an Arch
And where...

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I like to stick my head up.
Sometimes it gets lopped off.
While the angry one glares at me.

I like to give them my views.
Especially when they are unpopular.
Even when they surround me and mob me
Yelling and...

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Wakening to the sound of myriad birds
Chattering on in their first morning chorus
Then comes the first intermission
Silence which usually wakes the bride

This is broken by the aria of the day
A rather boring repetitious rendition
Until the...

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She stood there throughout the years knowing one day she would no longer encounter this earth.
Her fingers gripping the cold soil sinking in every inch of her hurt.

Her limbs hung low and her texture clung...

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