Long Light beam Poems

I don’t feel good at this
I’m feeling so hopeless
I need some happiness
I’m feeling dread instead
I’ve been consuming sorrowful bread
I’ve been feeling rather dead

I want to repent of being sinful
I want to repent of being resentful
I...

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In inspirations meadow, the soul roams freely through imaginations
Timeless thoughts, here I’m a boundless spirit soaring in flights fantasy.
Kicking the stardust from the night’s eternal sky, a solar kindred
Dreaming the endless dream of freedom’s spiritualism...

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Ice statue of love

Walk, walk in the ice land of Antarctica, just walk and walk
Walk alone, walk here, and walk in many places before it
Walk and walk, looking for something, can’t find anything

So cold here,...

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"The Anatomy of God"

Who shall say there is one God?
if there are many, as it seems
in all the world’s sects and religions -
Who is their God? Is the source
some universal, bright, big, ultra simple,
ultra clean...

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A big white did pace the ute,
no noise it made, what sort of a brute? 
it must still be there it never left,
next thing i knew we had a coppers arrest,
We  seem to have...

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I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces
Gravitational pull.
A streaming particle of...

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I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces
Gravitational pull.
A streaming particle of...

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The fragrance of possums is a kit of great virtue bathed and lit by an orange green hue. Display not weapons in weather fuelled skies. Thin thunder is unwelcome in a booming bass rhythm and...

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Four, six, or seventeen tulip buds grinning. Of course not on a salt marsh. Leave that alone. Misted aromas of ancestral graves should be cared for not dug but if a slug us in power...

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What if stars are actually planets blown up, millions of years ago.
What if they are merely remains of other galaxies,-other living beings. 
Or perhaps they are debris left over travelling at the speed of light...

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no one saw it coming they never do
the phone poles were giving off sparks
dogs began to howl birds flocked to the sky
A Plymouth hubcap of immense proportions
quivered and droned in the air over the capitol
television...

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I come to your bedside once more,
you've poured our photos and poetry on the floor
an act of apostasy, a grim admission, the room in dim depression,
laying on your side , cheeks heated and soaked in...

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Rosemary's Bed
Maylands Salvation Army, Girls' Home

I am in the entrance foyer of a large house.
The wood floor is highly polished. 
There is a large stairway with a turned, wood bannister.
Dad is telling my three year...

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MY NEW SONG  (POP SONG) ON YOU TUBE

( The Audio visual version of this Song will give you a different pleasure of this Song.  To view and hear the Song please copy and...

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The summer sky suddenly turned into a zealous stadium.
Sun like a raging bull inside the ring of fuming helium,
full on fire with flaring flames coming out of its nostril.
Fidgeting in the middle with flickering rays...

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Twas the nite before and all through the house, everyone lustful even the mouse
I in my towel and her in a thong
No way in hell this night could go wrong 
Then out in barn there...

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Light of my love,
Holy from above,
Resting within your power to be,
Is resting within your love, you see,

Light particles of higher order,
Above the garter,
Of mind’s natural order,
Have remembrance, of previous structures,
O previous orders, not of mind’s...

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18 April 2024  5:53 Pm

Twinkle twinkle little star 
How I wonder what you are

Up above the clouds so high 
Like a diamond in the sky

I remember when I was a child, innocent in my...

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Mad they say I appear it 
the price of a free spirit
you won’t find me conforming
like Norman learning from Gordon before him 
with ordinary Audrey of course how they all be 
and Shirley who surely...

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The mistake made in word association is thinking that an associative word should fit
normal patterns. Normalcy isn't always consistent with creativity, therefore, the design may have to change so the poem fits mind frames. In...

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Woman
This is a feedback
It is about
The little time
Our hands were 
Drunk and electrified
It is about
The little endless time
When we opened
A little window
Wide enough
To catch the sky
And weight it
Like weighting
A healthy new 
Born

It is not important...

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So tell me was your soul weaved from platinum gold, liquified hot, bold mold when cold. 
Tell me was your soul seamed with blindfold string, piece by piece so effortlessly, spiritually free 
Oh baby please...

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They say that the moon can paint a picture of a tomorrow to find,
tinted with feelings and impressions that make rationality blind.
Inherited desire and invisible habits it contains,
challenges and temptations for all it refrains.
When sculpting...

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No , now it would not matter if you would take all the blame ;
Ohh ! you would not do that , it's just my dream .
Yeah , it could possibly be that I lit...

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When I first awake, I am a complete emotional blur,
unprepared for the day rhythm about to occur.
Before day unfolds, I need release trials my wake holds.
Being still, I focus until suppliant, in quiet, ever reliant.

In...

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