Long Lullabied Poems

It is a Sunday morning.

The day before was still,

yet eventful and surprising:

sacredness met in holy places

and inspired persons.

Petrified trees and slave traders’ bedrooms;

cattle grazing and the ancient one sleeping.

The quiet sounds of lit boats by...

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This is about San Francisco,1967

Oh, yes that city had its own song!
It was a siren's call that sang;
"Here, Panagiota, is where you do belong!"
And my dearest poets, the sirens 
call was not wrong.

It sang a...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put to sleep
under the celestial lights
Souls with eyes and minds closed...

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They ate and they drank
in the days of Noah and Lot
Then there was fire and rain
	when the judgment days came
Two righteous men gave a faithful testimony
		   against their wicked societies
They were vexed constantly...

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Saturday nights at Barney’s
Rowdy Cowboy Honky-Tonk,
Our band sang soulful love songs
That cried while our guitars wailed.
We oozed moods for fresh lovers,
And throbbing hearts on the mend,
Through those timeless tuneful nights
While Gus wiped his rosewood bar.

After...

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Where Love Grew 



Beneath the maple tree 
is where our love first started to grow 
Green buds of unblossomed love, 
basking in the golden dappled light 
of spring’s awakening 
A sweet kiss given, 
sweet as...

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a patch of, alluring sea
the wonder of this buoyancy

the gentle waves, the searing sun
with all of nature, I am one

my aches and pains just drift away
on healing breeze that's come to play

nomadic sands in search...

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When early rose the sun, 
came first steps and a smile.
Humane, you were the one
to give and never tire.
Not just a house, you said,
we're building on their dreams,
not just a door of wood,
an entryway to...

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Black Love

Black Love is a very darkest hue,
owing to
The absence of iniquitous
or 
The complete absorption of throbbing

Black Love is the core within oneself,
The marrow of the hearts and as much as brawn to parade
All agonies...

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Memory tends to glorify a place. Growing up in West Texas, one of my favorite memories is going out with some of my friends to the "sandhills" just outside of our little town and camping...

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Procrastination
resembles for  Death,
said comrade Lenin
as soon as emerges the  chance  for overplot
and killed  the nascent democracy in Russia
when the country to move
for constitutional monarchy
doing first step in the verge
of art of...

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I grew up as a child
near a freeway construction zone
Took many an afternoon naps
lullabied by the sound of machinery drone
And to this very day
when I hear the sounds of construction going on,
my eyes get heavy
and...

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Mull was culled from intestines of smeared thoughts
raking the dandruff of exotic dreams that swelled in nights hot
destined to be doomed in spectres of rejection that loomed
the party grooved on, intentions danced intricate, bodies just...

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There came no blackbird to nest in your claw-hand,
Kevin, or fledge a brood strange and sun-shunned
as you in the cold, cooped, dirt and straw
strakes where you lay down in first abandon.
Awake at cock-crow, banty lullabied,
your...

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Autumn Rose Wood
Yep, that is me
Gotta thank my husband
He is such a sweetie!

I have had three last names
But that one I like best
It invokes magic and beauty
And natural lullabied rest

My mother, Aunts and Grandmother
All strong...

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