Long Mélange Poems

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yeah ...
they hijacked my mind, man -
hard-wired my neural synapses
said I'd be famous ...
(wealthy, certainly)
With MY financial issues
what choice, really?
Family no longer cares -
they gave up on me ages ago
(who can...

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Sausages are meal items that should be avoided at all costs by very small rabbits. Tiny white fish with silver fins carry red flags that denote danger in a tide. So hop jump up a...

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen 
of his quaint...

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A simple toy mother gave me 
on my sixth birthday, 
the best gift I ever got.
Its gentle turn creating changing color design, 
and shifting patterns, mesmerized me, 
filled my transfixed childhood vision.
I can’t resist looking...

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My friend has gone shopping for chicken stock.
I miss her so much.
The drapes are drawn
I have to see, cannot be closed in
I miss my outer side so much.

Outside, last winter’s trees are clutching a few...

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The art of saying what cannot be

………………………………………..for Harriet Monroe
… said
………………or need not be

What's the difference if you call tinnitus or l'acouphène  a 'tintement, a 'buzzing', a 'chuintement', a 'whistling', or pure sounds of music...

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A poet enters a private sanctuary,
A sacred place where the imagination
Dwells with a mélange of emotions
Conceived by aesthetic beauty,
Often divine and esoteric in nature;
That comprehensive longing to
Express through common language
That which is so vitally uncommon....

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The sky azure blue
Is embellished with capricious hues again
It’s the arrival of gaiety; it’s the arrival of rain
The beauty is poignant, the beauty is pure
The beauty can solve, the beauty can cure
The mystic raindrops are...

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October lingers on the soul
Harvest blessings
In hues of hope

October sky’s
Shimmering in your eyes
Reminding me why I can delight
In the whisper of Autumn
Coloring the whole world
Shades of scarlet, tangerine
And gold mélange 

October sun
Combined with dew brushed...

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Revolving season’s ever-changing sensitive frontage
dons nature designed apparel in an ambiance new.
Fall’s fiery foliage bursts with colored mélange of collage, 
as the wilted leaves shimmer with the last golden hue. 

Northern wind’s chilled whistle in...

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Rhapsody of rainbow 
morphs into morose mélange
of shredded exuberance,
bleeding colors 
bleached from collapsed cloud
of twilight zone 
embroidered by sunset spectrum,
profoundly permeate 
as ingrained blemish 
the lilac lattice
of the broken heart,
the sordid shades of blue 
paint...

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In the ostensible show of life’s drama,
enactments perfected with the labor of passion,
aureate the sequel created by metamorphic alchemy.
The surreptitious shift from one actor to another, 
is a designed axiomatic drive. 
For the schematic inducement...

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“The rays of setting sun design the unframed dreams 
in life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.” – by Poet


The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time 
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life, 
the riveting patterns change persistently 
in the...

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For the maneuvered inducement of compulsive being,
the transmuting tenet of titular uniqueness,
the personified convoluted identity,
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of disparaging deception.  

In...

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Soft autumn rain ...
cascading over brightly colored cherry blossoms,
releasing a sweet scent of aromatic aphrodisiac
A fragrance of springtime love blowing in the gentle autumn wind

Our two hearts made a vow that day
We promised to fall...

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Staying on a promontory, I watch,
The wobbling mass of water below.

Before my eyes,
The sea stretches far;
An infinite scroll of chiffon,
Rolling and unrolling
In shades of green and sapphire.
In its sedate hours of brooding silence, 
A calm...

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For the contrived inducement of fixated being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness, 
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette 
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon slyly cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of deception.

In the ostensible...

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For the maneuvered inducement of compulsive being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness, 
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon furtively cocooned
paints the shifting façade of deceptiion.

In the ostensible enactment...

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Byword

(I)
Tittle tattle tales rattle.
Cabalistic cabals in cans:
Malicious mélange of melees.
Mummers murmur, mumchance mumble.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for...

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I was flying beguiled in my seamless sapphire sky,
surging storm of agony from nowhere slashed me down. 
No one ever cared for the injured beleaguered bird
that I hided within me clasping the broken heart.

Rhapsody of...

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The rhapsody of rainbow 
melts in morose mélange,
the concoction of colors
bleeds bland in 
shattered silence,
sucked out 
of crumbled core 
of sensuous cloud,
soothing rain rinses 
the stains in broken hearts,
shades of grey paints 
the frayed linen...

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The turning wheel of time 
stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron
of disordered life of illusion.
In the maiming moments 
of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange 
of disorientation chaos. 

Under the...

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The turning wheel of transient time 
rotates life’s rhapsodic kaleidoscope,
and creates enchanting patterns prime, 
crafted by mélange of mesmeric hope.

Contrived chameleon colors transform
the visage of mind’s vast topography 
into ashen wasteland ravaged by storm,
or into...

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The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life.
In the maiming moments of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange of disorienting chaos. 

Under the scorching...

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Drifting in my own sweet 
bubble all these years, thinking 
everything is crystal clear, as 
clear as the view from within.. 
all of a sudden, it seemed 
pellucid, tried figuring out what 
was going wrong.....

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