Long Meandering(a) Poems

I often surprise many people in many ways
With the words I say…with the actions I make…
It’s extraordinary how many seek high praise
With the words they say…with the actions they fake…

Neither will I…
Assume the worst in...

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I got up this morning in a good mood 
searching for solitude in the distant skies
And watching the clouds rolling by
I stopped and listened to the sounds around me
While contemplating my sacred destiny
Barking dogs and...

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Deliberately recognizing the sun against the moonbeams
I see your eyes gleam and your happiness screams
Into my eager ears over the years and I’m tension-whelmed with the tears I shed
Hanging at the last thread, giving in...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. Been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals, having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald pine trees,...

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What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no poor to clean the floor
What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no one to guard the door
What would the rich do...

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In the silky night, dotted with mystery,
Where the moon's thread weaves shadows on the paths,
The heart, a thin garment, a flash in the ether,
Listens as the time from the hourglass seeps away,
And its rhythm, a...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. I've been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals and having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald...

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The long uncharacteristic meandering river                              ...

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Understanding myself, and towards developing  introvertedly 
The parameters of today, yet most lay dormant inside of me
Questioning the how, as in such, the extended inner faculty 
Fractured as then, it's an opposing end, and...

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Erlenkönig pulled the chair out beside Aisling's and sat on the side of the table.  A large, luxuriant and ornate chair headed the end of the table,
several places down from where he sat...

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Words
The ship

Words come to me like spring. 
They set free, they shed the shroud, 
open with all their glory, beauty and sing. 
They stand tall, they ring out loud, 
from a life that blossoms with...

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Summer Memories
Summer Realities

This, the first day of summer, two thousand and two, finds me,
slipping back into what once was my desire, my need, my reality.
This step back into, and into times passed, has allowed me...

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Consuming happiness to the point of no return, no return
I let the fires in my bosom burn on and on and on
Resuming on with my gladness, smiling — now, it’s your turn
To shine on like...

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Lay your head down to rest on the desk of sooth stones and mild rock formations and I will caress your eyelids to veil your eyes towards sweet slumber, just pause

It will be just like...

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Yesterday,

I went home for lunch,

I never go home for lunch.

When I got to our apartment 
I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key. 

Francine was at work and I always leave last in the...

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i wanted it...my God i wanted it

...but how do you do that...

                                        

         ...

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I will not waste away in the streets of such unbearable nightmares where I silently weep
I will survive the rainstorm of lament and listen to the mesmerizing murmurs of the deep
I am alive in the...

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I’ve lost my darksome heart in the rivers of dimensions long ago..oh so long ago...
I’ve lost my lonesome soul in the waves of oblivion
You’ve given me wretched woe, but I still love you deep down...

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I slept in all day because of a sleepless night
I keep thinking of you in dismay and with might
I’m a lyric without instruments — an a cappella
Without drums, piano and guitar and I’m in awe
Because...

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I saw you …

high …
atop the promontory
spinning with manic madness
pirouettes et fouetté
lost in yourself -
in movement …
your upper back split, low
and, I swear -
feathers … peeking …
tucked under your shoulder blades
splayed and black as black
(obsidian...

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I hope you make it by yourself. 
I’m at a point whereby pointing fingers won’t help anymore
A point whereby this vodka won’t help anymore
Sleeping pills won’t help anymore
I can’t fight anymore
Can’t start any war.

I can’t...

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This is a rather nostalgic piece -


Meandering around on rural roads, in search of one-horse towns, with no place in particular to go,     
Connie - that’s my wife - and I,...

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She is searching for the son taken  from her arms 
 simply because she was believed to be a child herself.
She was unable to stand up to her parents’ wishes -
those GOD fearing upright...

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Through a wooded thick in a forest of New England,
There exists a secret circus called the Craft of Ringland.

Meandering through a meadow one night before the forest's mouth,
I heard a melody humming in the wind...

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Verse 1:
I took several selfies in the dark
Tonight, I want to sing my heart out
I want to be your flaming spark
Or a swirling, singing lark, no doubt
Silence your screams, a harmonic drought
You led me to...

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