Long Last judgement Poems

The Roman administrators came for the wealth of our worship
demanding that I crack the church's coffers wide open
for their needs, for the Empire's desperate embellishments,
in place of gold I presented the poor
I told the onery...

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.

And so
what is...

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As I take my poetic pencil to describe, 
birth, 
     death ,  
               earth  
                      and life.
I see a young Jason coming, screaming 
Loud, loudly in the presence of those nursing
As the  darkness walks away...

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Un-revelling Rivalry

Who am I to speak of historical rivalry I cannot contest
all the clever myriad truths conjectures and refutations
about the two masters the two foes with huge presence
when history acclaim appreciation is subjective personal 
up...

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Five days of steady rain. A hurricane approaches the city. The streets are flooding but the wildlife is thriving. Every person wears a raincoat or carries an umbrella. Indoors is cozy. Movie theaters are crowded...

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From stars we've fallen,
Following a trip of destination secret.
Conspiracy of Universe 
In an endless course.
Some choices own mysterious terms.
Yet, thousands of golden signatures
Brought us in fields of a land
Earthen and wet.
We walk these paths of...

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What is justice you ask?
It is the safekeeping of all we task.

It matters not if it is real or intellectual property
Blind justice is not supposed to leave us in poverty.
Life and limb can be in...

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I paint pictures like Davinci-Close your eyes and see the visual picture
I speak from the soul like 'Pac- can you see my visual scriptures
like Picasso- I paint pictures too
it's life in the words I speak-...

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Heaven is a place where only through the eyes of hope,  
                      ...

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Revival of the gone






Sickle approaching
close to my neck,
I sense my life gone,
with an embrace to death,
One look around,
hue and cry the only sound,
Last extreme pain,
and all goes still,
I can only see,
can't feel or hear,
Weightless I...

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escape from the chair

early evening
September sun falls
in blazing glory
through a cathedral
window of the 
last judgement
then softens
to a nursery of muted hues.

I would leave 
this chair of grasping pain 
and rise up a lark 
singing and...

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