Long Ligneous Poems

In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate
    not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites
    I ruminate—
        no longer a singular entity but...

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haunter of the woods, 
woods whispering wishes,
like a heartbeat, still as starlight,
reflecting all the music…

oaks and birch, pine and laurel,
soothing barks, 
ligneous laughter, a morning sun
silent as dew, drizzled on the heart,
freeing the feelings to...

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A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood...

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i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds

soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry

worn 
by the roots 
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs

trying to catch
a flying_fox

there has always 
been a silent 
soft echoed
beauty

dancing on the tides
from down
under

perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous...

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Aesthetic melodies that carries the waves to dance
The sweet voice of an opera singer flew by in the wind,
As the sparkling sapphire sea cooperates the tunes to enhance
Being forcefully driven to her seduction you are...

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There you stand for years to come
Lines and ridges 
To the weather you succumb 
Scared and broken 
Limbs undone 
Some unable to reach the sun 
Once young and filled with a yearning 
Now your sisters...

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PENTAPOLIS

GAZA.
From this small clearing  he won’t move 
into the ligneous shades of dark, 
fixed stillness in his day’s aubade,
all circled there by timber spars.
ASHKELON
At times a bright lit path appears
so then he’s tempted to...

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When my city unshuts below,
its crude, inured eyes: lewd its faux
regard for mere mortals that drift
amid cement and steel. Who flow

bereft; enslaved by night's shift.
Dissent its rude rebirth; in thrift,
withdrawn from grace of day's new...

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The Poem is dedicated to nine innocents who has lost their lives in Israli attak on their 
humanitarian aid. 

Docility, a living destitute of Anthropomorphism.
Recency, appalling of desperation or piteous anomalism.
Recommendations apotheosize a fussiness of...

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Saudade, assiduously dumping buckets of gelid-infused water overtop my vehemently flickering flame.

Arrogantly reigning my banished feelings of joie de vi-vre.

Undermining my drumming heart, snapping both ligneous sticks into splinters.

Duping our garish star, precipitating a myriad...

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Widened lips in an inert ligneous watercraft, fervent eyes gazing the moon,
Her mane of aureate intriguing hair in a wintry night, the dark cranium of a dainty loon.

Unblemished ivory gown glistering under the umbra of...

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