Long Lobed Poems

Find your way
from brain stemmed
seed tree infancy
of glorious humanity
history

Find your way
From correct diverse limbic resolutions
back to shared soul temporal-health 
co-acclimating diverse struggling issues,
nutritionally resilient production
and root to branch to reroute transportation
and lack of wealth concentrating...

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Yamaha impressed me the first time I laid eyes on her glistening blond maple wood, her stylish body details, her long fretted mother-of-pearl inlay; lobed with golden keys. Her voice called to me the first...

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Just in case you wondered...

Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy

regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized...

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Many men came today to look at the old empty house;
I have been guarding that house for many, many years;
They spent quite some time looking at and touching me;
I heard them saying that the house...

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I am sitting under the old oak old tree whose roots and branches have withstood the test of time. I am sitting under the old oak tree with hard woody roots descend in into the...

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Vacation time is here, time to smell the beautiful wonderful trees
River birch, red oak , silver maple and even fresh plain oak.
Lobed leaves and acorns all over the place.  
I'm packing my things and...

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In the calabash of life, 
a profound journey unfolds 
as the space
gracefully passes the baton 
in the art of apprenticeship. 
Success resonates like a fine chant, 
akin to the resonance of the four-lobed kola nut...

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Intro: 
To be a writer such as he, there are none
  His work outlasts the best, I’m sure…
        …~William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601-
“to hold, as t’ were, the...

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December did not call him out
to the creek,
it was a prod from a walking god
whose legs had grown stiff.

The softening stream is smoky,
a recuperating sun is unlocking the frozen,
slivers and floes jostle to be one...

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Drawn To Their Own Conclusion

Before the grenades were launched
Lobed at the angry crowds
Women gathered bullets in their pockets
Found on the silent street

As they looked down the loaded barrel 
About to be emptied into them
A kiss...

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Spring is a time of rebirth and rejuvenation,
A vernal season of whimsical invigoration.
Admiration is conveyed through this way,
It relishes a bit like freshly fallen rain spray.

A scent of lemon, aloe, and sieved steaming,
Like ambrosial rosebuds...

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I slither and climb amogst the highest of canopy

Winding, circling, selfishly stalking all heights for him

A slender, lascivious woman searching for a vee

Strangling my host, endangering its very life and limb

My rough shedding skin leaves...

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Ancient relic your stock declare
Blanched, burnished cloak but meager fare
Your precious pulp carefully lay bare
Crescent, lobed leaves bleed a fathom or share
Nutty residual, fleeting equity you'll readily spare

Sylvan fortress; natural haven
Artfully sculpted; gratuitously graven
Fertile proprietor...

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Ridged, broad and corky wings.
Translucent—your yellow
Iris sits behind the morning veil.

Short season of striking
color. Greed spurs you, or hope
Huddled against the bursting

Of a cursed idea. It will
Spread like children, carried
By the breeze that tickles

Your lobed...

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