Long Meshing Poems

Hope and…a father is could be 

Against all odds and expectations
so many rules and norms and
clever theories society’s demands
cultures and conventions there is
no magic wand no miracle solution

I throw you high up in the air
and...

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Haunted...
glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge
following them 
I swing around enormous trees 
skirt quickly...trying to catch up

were we holding hands as we walked
...did we hold hands?
I can't recall
but the muster...

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Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!,  in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s
 Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots....

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Once I found my ground
I felt rivers coming down
warmth in my cheeks
mourning the old soiled soil
that ceased to exist

I let life drop violently on my tendency to coil
Unaware that the opposite motion
Would stretch my arms
Legs
Torso
Dreams

--

I...

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If anything could ever be more perfect than what was before my eyes at that time, I'd have to see it to 
believe it.

Her eyes glittered like diamonds in the morning sun. It was truly...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin,...

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Not in tea leaves, in shoelaces tie existence--their harsh and meshing material
bound, tethered, undone with a gentle pull. 
 
The bunny ears
and clumsy fingers bouncing along the faux-marble
hallways: the future politicians and CEO's and poets
wiping...

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I. Partial Eclipse

The carousel broke loudly.
We made them laugh.
We made them love.

II. Total Eclipse

If you want passion:
The un-filtered wild joy of heaven and the sacred warming gold,
Seek no more:
Our afterlife is in the herelife,
An unsanctifying...

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donuts & dubstep (the hypnoticmelodic never tasted so good)

when trent reznor &
al jourgensen went back to the-
keepingsteponetwoonetwo
CLANGstrobeCLANGstrobe
keepingsteponetwoonetwo
STROBEclangSTROBEclang
(with an amphetamine pulse & a
caffeine drive, a benefitial coking, a
new way to survive, finding the 
carbs & the...

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*DRUNKEN POET*

There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy

Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.

Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too...

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take refuge in the blues

when the sadness comes without permission

the minor chords, the slow repetition, the cigarette voice,

the dank barely lit bars & the pain drawn out through the synergy of

it all.

 

take refuge in...

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In the heat of the Mohave desert
Drumming echoes build
In unison to my heart
Pumping and pounding

Faraway chants introduced
In some unknown native tongue
Rhythmic and nostalgic
They draw ever closer
As I close my eyes
Inviting my soul to manifest
Freeing it...

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Listening for signs of life, but hear crickets.
Joining corridors into an open space
Dancing, laughter, vibrant 
Yet silent. 
Visions of concerts and crowds and a packed stadium.
The silence echoes through the stands and makes a faint...

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 Four things come not back:
the spoken word;  the sped arrow;
time past; the neglected opportunity.

Omar Ibn Al-Halif, Aphorism
___________________ 

On a beautiful Fall day-  I went for a café,
pushing open the shop door, I...

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I crave the simple things, the littlest moments bring me most joy
Still, I hold the biggest of dreams and have amditedly developed a ploy

Flowers in a field and the laughter of a child
Things that make...

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I lay here thinking of your questions, and thoughts
how could You not know of what...
would it be like
for me looking at flowers on the streets of New York
at the one of many open store fronts
crowded...

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My boyfriend Peter’s like smoke, he’s elusive. He doesn’t always carry his phone.

There’s a crosswalk in Tokyo, it’s in all the movies. The light changes and hundreds of people walking in different directions meet -...

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We Are The Watchers

by Stark Hunter


Into the breach the multitudes surge,
Into the crushing breakers and
Beyond the sucking mindless tides,
Down down into the whirring, rushing confluence,
Precipitously we fall and slide,
Tenuously and tragically we slip.
We are the...

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"God give you the strength to finish this your way"?
I don't think you are first on his list, a special chair on judgment day?
better meditate, get it straight, rinse and repeat, people are people
so maybe...

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DANCING IN INK

A Poem by Debbie_Philly
 
" I love dance and I love writing !!! "
One of my very first writerings 
 
DANCING IN INK
 
My pen dances in ink
feathers quilled and twirl
in the excitement...

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...He said: "I believe there is a God.
Something ingenious was most definitely
at play.
But, I've asked some other
reverends, pastors, and ministers,

where are Jesus' bones?
Not one convinced me, which repulsed
my eagerness to fellowship.

We have
dinosaur bones, giant and...

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it is of course the
waiting, which can
drive us mad, when 
one realizes that they
have feelings for someone
else (to put it lightly) &
this is twice as difficult
when the mystery of
whether or not they feel
the same hangs...

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once there were no screens on stage &
the band playing was all that kept the attention
of roaring fans & screaming crazies,
but soon came the screen behind the band,
with accompanying light shows &
fake fog,
all adding an...

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fall out of the mainstream & walk in the wilderness,
leave the city structure & swim in the sea
leave the sea & run within the bowels of the city’s mechanism for
pollution
cleanse yourself in the absence of...

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As love embedded itself in Cifolta’s heart,
vengeance burned a hole in Jiralam’s.
She only saw his unflawed face
and sculpted body,
a well-baked, rakish dish,
plying her with wiles,
oozing with winning wooings

But her senses were bedazzled
by his chameleon charm,
and...

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