Long Merlot Poems

(Musings of a poet with huge doubts and a fragile faith)

Introduction: Is God A Joke Or Human Vanity?

When close friends die and other’s thoughts are suicidal,
When mankind’s soup du jour is loneliness with anguish	
When mental...

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The finite contemplating the infinite
The stardust male and female still flush with light
From exploding stars, seeding new possibilities, our true progenitors.
So that even God Himself must take note of our passing (in its season),
Such elemental...

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Well, it all started when
Jim Beam bet Jack Daniels
that Captain Morgan
couldn't go out
and get himself
some Wild Turkey.
Old Fashioned, like Old Granddad,
Captain Morgan like some of you,
really enjoys his Southern Comfort.
But mostly in the form of...

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M o o n is a rose quartz pearl,
     unraveling midnight musings,
                  glazed in...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these...

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At this dawn of "bon voyage", 
after million escapades of 
blindfolded fate, I'm trespassing
through the pirouetting pigments 
of fading frolics and 
windsurfing towards rose-oiled 
beams of glossy sun as its 
gossamer grandiose has 
finally enveloped...

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream of retracing their 
scintillating season of beachy spring. 
'Hope' had...

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She looked peaceful in her lavender dress-
as I suppose she was. Eyes closed as if lost
in childhood dreams, small hands folded across her chest.
Her glasses resting beside her auburn strands,
lips pleading for color, her face...

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The people of this world are like the three butterflies in front of a candle's flame.
The first one went closer and said:I know about love.
The second one touched the flame lightly with his wings and...

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Rain seeps into every crack and crevice
chilling to the bone
Winter has arrived with a vengeance 
and summer is forever gone.
Ice slicks the asphalt, into a
glittering glistening death trap.
Here begins the slow invasion 
of the unrelenting...

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There’s unbearable beauty in crimson…

There are many crimson colored things in this world. How about blades of leaflets during Autumn or the beauty of a McIntosh apple? The most unbearable beauty I know is the...

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Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on
the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your
conscience in the dirt. Let the pain and the anger do some
team work....

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I remember the honeyed words,
and the
               ...anticipation
 of the touch that rendered time irrelevant.
I hear laughter in the next room;
astounded at...

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The waves crushing her tiny body with striking blows
White creamy wash caresses her golden skin as the wave slows
Moving sluggishly towards the horizon
Because of a recurring vision she hopes she’ll arise in
Her feet digging deep...

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Inclined on the divan with a book,  in my room, I was all alone,
Wrapped in a quilt tucked around my feet, the wind’s moan….
In  the cold gusty afternoon sun – casting its timid...

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The dark merlot stains my lips blood-red
Casting me in a vampire light
The bottle sits half empty by my elbow
As silent and motionless as I
We keep each other company, the bottle and me
Two cynical sentinels keeping...

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not a biography
certainly not an
autobiography
but an audio
biography

here i am with her
dancing though
i don't dance
but my ears
do due to
her words 

play me
pluck me
like a harp
a note's
worth a 
letter so
a chord 
   forms
  ...

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(A Haiku Trilogy)       

Stage 1

you don't share feelings
how can you say you love me
when I don't know you


Stage 2

you ask me nothing
only sharing your feelings
god you're self-absorbed 


Stage 3

cosmic...

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Tonight I plan to go out and enjoy my time
With some folks of mine that love red wine
There is no reason to say where we go
It could be a bar, or maybe my own home.

I...

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THROUGH A LATIN ROCK HAZE!

Grupo Pagan
gave a Latin/Rock clinic: driving rhythms,
complex melodies, sweaty adrenaline, and
earthy vibrations that plowed through the
crowd at the Greenwood Winery on a perfect
summer evening like a long-haul, fast freight
thundering through the...

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STARTING OVER MIDST MERLOT AND CLOVER

You ask me if we can start over as if we just met
with all the errant paths i've taken to forget
let the past be forgotten and today become brand new
and...

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STARTING OVER MIDST MERLOT AND CLOVER

You ask me if we can start over as if we just met
with all the errant paths i've taken to forget
let the past be forgotten and today become brand new
and...

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I’ll never forget that first drink I had, 
sweet Raspberry Merlot with my alcoholic dad-
He gave it to me with such ease, 
            my...

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my life is like a sad VALLEY OF LOSS,
a HOLLOW canyon in a        dark      a b y s s-
    ...

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“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson

Tonight the moon sanctioned 
her golden halo
to unfurl butterfly wings
rinsed with honey 
and champagne...

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