Long Loftier Poems

Hillary Rodham Clinton, a trailblazer
              Born on October 26, 1947 in Chicago, Illinois
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' The gods' spake to all who had 'wide' ears...
but all they heard was Apollo's muse....'
   

How leavened my soul to search,
   
   wooly and wild to the waxxen...

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In the midst of the fiercest conflicts
Conflicts that rattle even the GOD's chosen
My Love for you grows in strength still
First Towards the earth to garner rooted-support 
like the mystery Chinese Bamboo tree 
Death was a...

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How leavened my soul to search,
   
   wooly and wild to the waxxen wind,
   
   how swift my wings though my fancy yearns,

   catching sights...

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{For Nelson and Winnie Mandela}
 You, me said I to my honey bitter
 When like the windy aether,
 Blows us hither and thither
 Bursting bubbles on elevating air,
 I shall sleep dreaming with one eye...

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three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious 

beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds 
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice

as canines erupt, she moans from...

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We go through waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
imbibing impressions in accordance with our awareness,
strangely making peace with our self-evident ignorance,
living by instinct, investigating not the truth of our being,
content in nurturing aspirations of decaying body-mind.

Even...

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Oh!  Ali , the son of Abu Talib ,
Today I have read your book  ‘’Peak Of Eloquence ‘
And seen your pain and agony through which 
You had gone from bottom to top in...

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They orbit long with brief visions of each,
four pitch-lit eyes strike the shapeless hour.
How handsomely becoming is Houdini ‘pon a coward,
and who, really, is he, to hide away the breach?

Half the world is hidden, nay,
e'en...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered, but there is beauty in decay - Constance La France

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An appeal of poetry
is its lack of rules...

though not to be loose
as a plucked goose – 

without bare essentials
for flight

struts of logic,
living words
that excite with lift
long after the reading
and initial gliding

a pleasant aftertaste
not necessarily sweet

often...

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Do you know what it’s like
To have your freedom back at last,
To be able to choose new colours
Once pinned out of reach to the mast,
To find tho’ you’ve lost your employment,
You can still retain all...

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I rise from deep within the earth
out of pressured lavas

I rise above the level into
breathable realms

I rise following the risen
He who set my path and
monitors my lift lovingly
tenderly, yet such pinions
given of steeliness unpluckable

I rise...

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Without a word - you speak to me through particles of pigmentation
For centuries held within the grip of linseed oil
Where now I gaze upon  the many faces that you wore
And their beauty shakes ...

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I scan the horizon as I trounce the arid desert.
Brill trees and a trickling burn shape my stream.
To me, it's as if I'm showing God's entail I querist.
As away as I am aware, it is...

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May your days be merry bright
And full of blessings. May all...
Your wishes come true this...

Yuletide season. May your cup of life
Overflow with optimism. May all your
Unfulfilled dreams come to fruition.
Reach for even loftier dreams as...

Days...

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The truth like stark reality remains immutable
Despite attempts to promote sophisms
Dressed up as verity and verisimilitude at a high table
Where misguided minds dabble at euphenisms and cynicisms

To disembowel and undermine global discourse
Indulging in fallacies
To subvert...

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Frozen In Time - Grave Etchings On Their Faces - Nearly Fossilized Engravings


When words are hard to find  
When gravity gets in the way 
Never call them wrinkles in mixed company 
Lines form deep...

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Wont you find me here?
  Drifting in an expanse of swirling storm
Outstreched fingers graze debris...
         recklessly circling reminders. 
  Stand in the eye with me
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I walked in the woods today
Wandered through the land of the dryads,
Till I stopped by an elderly tree-
With two names in a heart on her cheek.
Two names carved side by side,
One boy and one girl
A...

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The ancestral house seemed smaller, today seen with eye glasses
The pathway seemed shorter, the mangoes grow loftier
It was once open field across the hill
Mushrooming subdivisions had blossomed
The little flower orchard had vanished

But anyhow we felt...

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he ancestral house seemed smaller, today seen with eye glasses
The pathway seemed shorter, the mangoes grow loftier
It was once open field across the hill
Mushrooming subdivisions had blossomed
The little flower orchard had vanished

But anyhow we felt...

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The day’s wearing labors reluctantly close 
And the stars of the night slowly emerge,
It’s my plan to dine and then anon recline
But then starts this unending mental scourge.

This anonymous dame overseas has stolen my heart.
How...

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THE   NIGHT  SPIRIT.


The spirit of the night spread out its mantle over the world and through its power of concentration created a vast sea of translucent darkness, which flowed like the lucid...

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That Salad Went Right Through Me


I've always wanted to write a poem called
“That Salad Went Right Through Me”.
And I would wager upon its best destiny:

To begin with, there is the Universal Theme--
For who has not...

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