Long Midpoint Poems

The date of the celebration
(the second day of February) coincides
with medieval feast of Candlemas,
and its pre-Christian predecessor,
Imbolc, a day also rich in folklore.

An old Scottish prophecy foretells
sunny weather on Candlemas
means a long winter.

The tradition is...

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Reflections upon mine gender identity redux

Although heterosexual 
predilections punctuated
physiological pulsations 
about five inches below
innie belly button of mine 
showcasing undersize
male member, when fully erect 
not much to crow
about, contributed 
diminished masculinity within
body electric regarding 

wordsmith...

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A THRILL SEEKER (PART 1)

He is a sick man with no life that is running around in a world that cannot be lived.
All but not one knows his dementia and does not respond.
He is defiled.
Violating...

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Recording one’s legacy is always an egotistically complex process,
One is not harassed by burdens or limitations, 
And yet fear of leaving especial implications out is prevalent,
As insinuations and misconceptions tend to bloom on the weaker...

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Groundhog day 2021 - Tuesday, February 2nd

Coincides with astronomy's cross-quarter day,
marking the midpoint between
winter solstice and spring equinox,
which will occur at 5:37 AM on
in Northern Hemisphere
Saturday, March 20.

Small consolation old man winter
spans fewest days
of all...

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The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours we were gone 
Down the road with the wind on...

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Just the awe of your charismatic sexual looks makes
the down part of me wanting to possess 
and build a park beneath your fleshy covering.
My Junior’s ready to let your licks spoil nature’s tricks
and your play,...

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1935 I was born alive
something happen to me I was revived
And with the good Lord on my side
I lived again I was lost but found and born once more in 1945
I lived again I was...

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To be honest, there is not a lot I remember being an angel, 
Though I can speak volumes about being a demon
The Devil does not allow us much of a past or a future.
It is...

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Down they swooped, so keen,
In perfect vee formation
Bronzes, browns, a green
Two blues and, showing elation, 
Lastly, at midpoint, the great golden Queen
Beloved of our tiny nation,
Their plate sized eyes awhirr
As they sought new station.
The sulphur...

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"Another Man’s Treasure"



Jetsam tumbles
broken doorbells
no one
answers
anymore

ironing boards 
pressing to imprint
something of significance
a life, your life
droll and predictable

it all sinks 
to the bottom 
of a bad dream
with yesterday’s 
stale tears

sharp heels
clicking on a parquet floor
like knives...

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In the middle night,
in middle America — a small tremor,
not enough to scare the cat,
but the cat knew, and it told the mice
who lived in the walls.
‘It wasn’t us’, they said.

A mess on my desk.
The...

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So, March will be here one short week from now,
   and I, for one, am counting the few days,
   for she will lead us into springtime's phase
where soon we'll see that...

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Her skin so soft with richness of love and affection so real,
The eyes of a debutante, which speaks volumes, I understand.
Legs so firm and powerful though they have weakened some,
A smile that shows such deep...

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Soon enough, 
In the makings of Lila,
And the growing happiness of the lamentable soul of Clementine,
I shall be utterly transformed once again

Imagine this!
Can I not dream to become one of you?
Can I not admire your...

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at the end of the right angle,
your brain function seems unattractively acute,
and the putridity and the pungency is quite obtuse
something happened between the early period and the now
it is as if you watered down your...

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fRaGmEnTs
landed HERE
  in time for
the twilight of
  life

…where
percussive villains
perform on
a global stage
as glowing slime
slithers
through one
  mendacious midpoint
  at a time &
earth's spectacles
    observe
obscene pentacles
grind down
   ...

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All she wanted to do was to prove her point.
What goes up must come down –
She packed climbing gear and grabbed her ballpoint.
It was time for the dauntless doubter’s meltdown!

Standing at the bottom of a...

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Shocking consciousness out of stupor
To get to divine realms upper!

Immersing ourselves in both pleasure & pain
Rotating sensations with nonchalant disdain

Dwelling not upon any one extreme
Flowing through sensations as in a dream

In stillness sanguine
We determine

The centre...

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I Miss You...

Like high school tennis practice after classes
at the midpoint of May; so at the peak
of blurry vision owing foggy glasses
owing a humid leak (of which I won’t speak
lest my knees weakly wobble, side...

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