Long Millstones Poems

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Mein kampf analogous to one long run on unparsed sentence fragment

Heavily punctuated - hyphen
to embellish poetically
with bracing circumspection,
I markedly exclaim (parenthetically)
cumulative elapsed LXIII obits
around the nearest star
dashed by at lightspeed,
and quoting James Thurber
storied fiction titled
My...

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Passion stories,
like Epic Creation Stories,
are not so much about where we were started
or how many times we were finished
or disheartedly diminished.

Stories, inside and out,
are more about
where we have ended up til now,
rising again with each...

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The man lay painfully wedged between two large boulders, 
his position an anomaly only the cruelest of fates could bring to a man. 
 In one moment he’d been sure-footed, gingerly climbing  the cliff....

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I am a monster
A tormented work of God’s hand
I will roll over you
Like a storm
Because that I am

My energy will attract you like a swarm of bees in spring
Into your lover’s bed
Where I will remove...

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Between each limping breath
the sky pulsates blanched green searing,
each day inspired by gray blight, each day
the firmament harbors dense, blazing energy,
a circus troupe of skyward lungs hacking up 
the essential thoughts of Winter.
Heads of hail...

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Ideas, thoughts, feelings 
inhabit space and time,
they come to mind .

Baggage one carries throughout life is but an evil spirit,
it kills, slowly, the soul, is the enemy that keeps one
from being free, is the bondage...

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(on the basis of Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata)


Be calm, because it's vanity of vanities,
reach harmony taking a truce.
Be generous, despite “in vino veritas” 
all in the world forget the truth. 

Remember that all have their rights...

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Why can I not just be
Be at ease with being me
Ease myself into an easy flow 
Jeez, is that part of me a flaw
My bloom is way past its glow
All motion now rendered slow 
Mixed...

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We have been forbearing your oppression for a long time,
Your threats; placing your pistol on our foreheads for a crime;
Shoving your dagger straight toward our chests, as though piercing,
Watching our helpless nervousness and mockingly cheering;
All...

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Dreamer
In my boyhood I waded shoal creeks;
Veins of living waters swirling past my
Ankles; returning home, grinding stones. 
I asked: How are rain drops like millstones?

I watched a stream of black ants scaling a tree
Through the...

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My grandmother sure liked a good story,
so did her mother, and her mother Flori;
    who settled in New France,
    coming to take a chance.
These ancestors who built a wood...

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No acknowledgement could be 
commensurate nar e'er 
equivalent to countless years (scores of orbitz  
of unexplored wonder) – left...
(with millstones around neck)

to atrophy on severe truncated 
limb mitts, now cause
for silent lachrymose as this...

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The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another

Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And myriad is his train

His belly is enormous,
Yet full it ne'er...

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*Image of Excitement Unlocked giphy by Escape Hunt.

Time

Life millstones pressures creation to sort
through essential time, balms the albatross
over seasonable means, paid in court.

A past fraught in qualm, trading ourselves short,
wills the clock face, hands smile--it...

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A Wisdom Download 

One Sunday morning
When walls in pale hues of sage
Coaxed me into a womb of praise
Hard pews reminded me to listen
Rather than slip back into sleepy malaise
As wisdom tapped me on the shoulder
Then...

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“Daisy Hill”
a garden to please
distant,  yet ever near
         in splendid hue.
Yet here now
the chill of winter’s
wrath,  which initiates
       ...

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Imagine 

Imagine…
A mansion among many promised mansions
On the banks of a river from blessing, 
Sparkling in the eternal sun,
A shoreline lined with trees
In the harmonic hush of glory
Their leaves of healing 
Float like sacred balm...

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Birthdays come and birthdays go, the years just pass us by!
You get older by the minute, its enough to make you cry!

Many moons have come and gone, since you first came on the scene.
You’ve had...

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Beastly burdens of life
Millstones round my neck
Not that I malign my wife
For in my eyes beastly burdens of life emulate a sneaking snake

Writhing on the hard road
Through life I travel
On my head perching an abnormal...

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Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
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Coagulation

Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.

Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters...

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Words
Oh how we love them
They lift us
Build us up
Inject love to the centre of our being
Painted into pictures colouring our dreams
Writing or reading or tumbling from our tongues
Words fill our minds and our lungs
They are...

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Spontaneity 2-28-24
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Spontaneity

Arthritic inertia,
Absent of the Prime Mover,
Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity
Coloring outside deliberate
Past ebony links in tangerine comets
 In outbursts of the unplanned ad-lib 
Flicks of incandescent glory
 And slivers of glee,
  Like...

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The gristmill of war leaves its dead frozen
to lay on the blood soaked crusted floor of time
lifeless bent shapes, the ones chosen
in wars, caused by twisted mind's of mankind

only mothers wash blood from time's threshing...

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I have a passion to hold a lamp aloft,
to capture one acre of starshine
before the sun writes a new dawn.

Rusting Chevys bloom in the half-light.
Nightjars depart on shadow wings.
Shimmering’s walk toward my window
on silver slippers.

A...

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