Long Mica Poems

...and the Demon spoke,
its voice deep and mellow like smooth satiny chocolate,
"There is more, much more than good and evil,"
the words thunderously whispered.
The verdant emerald green of the forest quivering at the sound,
drawing in upon...

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Davis truly had God's kind heart
seeking that his thoughts be shown
even to seeking one of Saul's house
to do exceedingly good for them alone

Ziba was a servant in Saul's house
David enquired of Ziba who can I...

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Deep in the piney woods
A call beckons across the branch
A call that isn't animal nor human
A call that makes your hair stand alert and skin prickly from fright!

The light of the full moon awakens the...

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Years ago at our cabin, when our grandchildren Damien and Taylor were young…
(Why does time so often seems so short)
the four of us with lumber from Lowes decided to build a fort.

The exact date of...

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Impossible mission to pinpoint present
such fleeting moment instantaneously spent
according to yours truly i.e. this gent
mind boggled, intrigued, stymied...
courtesy unseen minute
(mine hoot, minoot, my newt...) agent

provocateur stealing every precious second,
whether or not satisfactorily spent
time thief absconds...

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(Poet’s Note : AI will be able to decipher Light Language soon. For now, it cannot. Light Language is not classified as an “other” language yet.)


    language of Love has 
no ...

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Starting from Chota Nagpur plateau,draining into Hooghly;
Its our Damodar river, 'rope around the belly'.
Another name of Lord Krishna,
Rich in mineral resources,abundant in coal,iron and steel,mica.

It is a river in North-eastern India,rising with many tributaries;
Flows generally...

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A violent scene lay before me
Huddled in death, there’s Ella, Mary-belle, everywhere I could see
Swollen tongues, sunken eyes, frail bodies strewn in the hot powdery dirt,
I sniff the sharp stench of death, I catch my...

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The sky bathes the harbor in cyan turquoise
cadet-blue sea foam bubbles the only gorget one has
versus the flamingos and canaries absconding littoral mire
the gashes on my feet, the burn in my gracilis
have returned me yet...

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Mrs. Pickel – Mrs. Plum

Bright sunbeams remember puddles
On the path
Where bumblebees and ladybugs
Floated with lazy summer breezes,
In a cleft between steep hills of beacons
Looking west,
Across the tidal strands
Of Gooey ducks and butter clams
Hidden deep within...

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On the slick cement porch of my Grandfather's house,
I saw the deepest blue flower across from the red dirt road.
Embraced in viney branches, it slowly opened and revealed
A woman with blue silt skin, crowned with...

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you cannot crucify me now
or scourge my body red
for I have long departed life
to live among the dead

there is no gravestone marker laid
no earth disturbed above
I live within and in-between
the hatred and the love

I walk...

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I am an enthusiastic rainbow chameleon
until I am a cumbersome ox
Wait! Hold up! Stop!
I meant I am a excited spotted lizard

mercurial and fast moving
I slide from granite rock to mica rock
slithering in wetness, shaking my...

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Warm sunlight saturated the meadow, lavishly spreading herself as far as she could.
The day was waking up slowly, sleepily. She could see the reluctant silent livestock.
An ambiance of country met her as she gentled the...

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Proud  Mica


I mustn’t go inside
For I will die
Though forbidden
I dig for mica,
A shimmery crystalline rock 
Resembling thin mirror glass 

I bare scars 
From scraping the ceiling inside 
A hollow, black hole 
That’ll surely collapse...

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A nasty cold drizzle settles in soon after dark
Turning our street into a dazzling streak,
Sparkling like diamonds under a neon spark
Now the temperature is dropping, as I speak.

Turning our street into a dazzling streak
Of mica...

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I Have Long Departed

you cannot crucify me now
or scourge my body red
for I have long departed life
to live among the dead

there is no gravestone marker laid
no earth disturbed above
I live within and in-between
the hatred and...

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The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling as they fall in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly....

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Are we less superior to ourselves than realization?
Our temporary shell, our salt, our generation.
Our streamers flutter like snow in Antarctica.
longing and valid expansion, made of mica.

Striving to liberate us, it rips apart its body.
Once again,...

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The eagle soared pinnacle high
	above Fingal-- wide-winged,
	darting his beak between fabric
	cotton-tops and a few glass drops,
	a'fallen from the cobalt blossom

	Below, from inside the grey
	gravitas, echoes of mica and
	glass laughter shattered the throes
	of torch-heightened shadows--
	like white...

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The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly....

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Sharla feels pretty today, dainty and girly.
Her pink dress is new, it has a built in petticoat.
The bodice is lined, and her tanned shoulders like it.
She feels as close to beautiful as she ever has.

“Do...

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Thee floor In Mourning what a dust Is this
Neated niceness with cleaning wealth
With powdered mica, coal and seamy
A dust to mine, a dust of pleasureness
Poetic moment sweeping up where
Therely It's Darkness Inhabited bye wonders of...

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What are you looking for? This voice was cracking.
I looked up to see two crows. Which one had spoken?
I am searching for mica, I told them. It’s found in granite.
Is it sparkly? They looked interested.
I...

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Memory Lane

There was a time eons ago, 
when peanut butter and jelly did it for me.
When the best sound in the whole world was
the sound of the recess bell!

Even the ground beneath my feet was...

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