Long Miasmic Poems

THE SENTINEL
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

					

I took the elevator to the lobby of the small hotel
I’d been here six days the ennui was starting to tell
I’d been sent to cover an international gathering
Sessions so long and dull...

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SHORT VERSION 

              Deep, in the voids of scattered bones, 
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The moon is the compass to more than lunatics 

 the world shines forth on course to break the habits of Heretics

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The feeling of emotion is the beginning of dreams 
The search for the meaning of emotion is their end 
As they overlap seamlessly at the edge of my twilight time   
My mind starts...

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The charcoal cloud miasmic,  
melts in the ashen scorched sky,
summer drizzle descends 
with the fascinating flotilla
that floats in the arid air.
The seeping spectrum 
of the setting scarlet sun
sparkles on the slanting splash 
of the...

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Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before
—Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven

Just a Minute Too Late

Those inky shadows, follow me,
cleverly devised in the corners
of my inhabitation, without
an invitation. They invest their
horrorfest, sinking into the...

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SPIN MASTERS SPINNING AWAY THE DAY
Every moment
I turn on the TV
What do I see
Nothing but liars laying down lies
Spin Masters spinning spam of deceit
 
Chanting
The truth will set you free
White is black
Black is white
Lies are...

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Emotion is the designer of dream 
Search for the meaning of feeling is futile 
As they mingle totally in my twilight time   
My mind sinks in dusky obscurity 
Impulses unexpressed. 

After the wasted...

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Enamel finger-smeared thick with butter
Yellow onions, yellow butter, floured and browned
Just add cream
From roux to dream
Now spice to glue that hold my world together

The team assembles for its tasty mission
Cheddar, gouda, mozz and more
Thick sheets...

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A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a 
Juxtaposition of good and evil, 
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while 
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from...

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Long past war’s fading drumbeats 
And beyond the miasmic mists of time
Run undercurrents that displace peace 
And fancied futures hoped sublime.
Once staccato beats of war drums abate  
Far from war graves and their dead,
We...

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Timidity pronounced them timorous,
Stout hearted glanced askance on their lot,
Scare of fear chagrined their visage,
Gladiators belittled their blushes,
As they sunk deeper into quagmire of luxuries,
They became laughing stock of laboring laity,
They proclaimed theirs was high...

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IT'S NOT TOO LATE

God gave me a blank diary, its pages numbered,
and in the hand of destiny a pencil for my take
when I came in this beautiful world enamored
to write the distinctive story of my...

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I dream poetry;
I breathe poetry, for poetry 
calls your name, feeling your 
inerrant essentia—
your soul bleeds into mine—
a collision of cosmos, 
diffused magnetically, once 
a vagrant in a haze of miasmic 
vapors—wildered and exposed—
you unshackled...

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When summer pierces earth and dying root,
And winds, the golden-honeyed flowers sweep,
And liquor rays bathe every bud and shoot,
Newly awakened from the depths of sleep,
When pollen springs forth in white, seasoned clouds,
Miasmic dreams, like visions,...

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IT REEKS ANEW
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


When a Cow Defecates Onto the Grazing Field
There Is a Stench, That All Miasmic Odors Yield
But Given Some Time the Weathering Will Seal
And the Original Discomfort Becomes a non Deal
However, If...

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Burgeon within her grace
For soon your eyes shall open
To the wondrous truth abounding
For you now hold the key
In mourning we stand bewildered
How can we truly comprehend
The divinity of pure freedom
Granted to such a miasmic soul
A...

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