Long Mind's eye Poems

Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.               
It is almost as if the drab 
Streets were strewn...

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Ode To ‘Mother’ Creator ©
Not only is it a marvelous happen chance in being able to have ‘shares’ in Mother Nature’s flora creations 'first hand'---
But, we are then granted to sit before her, these ‘set...

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  I am paying tribute to Joe Bonamasso's song Mind's Eye
with my own inspired lyrics, this song is a jewel and Joe's haunting playing 
on his Gibson guitar is like a light gleaming in...

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A few months ago I went by the 
cemetery where you lay
I have been meaning to stop in 
but you know how life gets.

It was late September
chilly and overcast
the clouds were thick and
hung heavy above...

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Exiting highway 101 again....
Past Pacific Heights, to the Marina districts boulavard
Circling back towards the Palace of Fine Arts
An escape, after leaving the Tenderloins gentrificational neighborhoods
In the lines of questions; as I now gaze upon the...

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It is in my spiritual's minds eye,  I have seen the face of Jesus.
Continuing to see His sunny smiling face day to day! I have seen
the golden pearly heavenly cloudy gates open wide with...

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""Shades of grey; pale... poetic-yes... 
winds-wandering-wanting always find-their way... .
 
 
Amenable-open, cotton-fields sway-in-heavenly; supplicating;
the provision-God--His grace-guiding love rejoicing... laughing... !
 
Enchanting clouds willing up-high billow seeing this--drifting... Up higher-and higher-ambling 
yes-ambling-along kissing the Sun...

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I'm curious if I'm still endowed with words
Like never seen on this site from me
Words that won the computers for my high school
Words that were written by my hand so quickly
But not my own so...

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Midnight June the 5th 1944 me and my buddies departed Weymouth and put out to 
sea

To smash through Hitlers eastern wall to liberate Europe and make her once again 
free

We knew some,most of us wouldnt...

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Transformer-changeling, 
liquid currency of purchasing. 
Themes
Selling us your wares as we wade in your maelstrom pool.
Accentuating my cares.
Dreams.
Weave for me-from your electric spool.
Your hourglass adbdomain spin(e)-dling, fondling, sifting, and gonduling me to my destination azul.

Capture...

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I was with my daughters at their favorite playground.  I watched them chase each other 
around the merry-go-round.  Laughing and enjoying the extremely pretty day.  I watched 
them among the other children...

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I was born the eighth among nine siblings .One sister Gladyss Darlene ,seven years older ,died after five days from a condition she would have probably survived had she been born in the hospital.I have...

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Shadows seeming to come alive
Light playing trick’s in minds eye
Sound so soft it is barely heard
And .. Nobody anywhere utters a word ..


Silence reigns with no soul
Pavement sweats and seems as glass
Cloaking mist flows through...

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Driving along on a bright, cold winter day, I made a decision to alter my way, to take a trip air a place I remember, that was a part of me.

I progressed along and doubt...

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Having loved ones is an incredibly comforting feeling, but when you enter the vast 
landscape of the mind and see only depression and despair,  you become aware 
that you are alone in your misery....

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A dream broken open left to decay away
Another undoing left to go through the skewing and the scathing
Called raving mad, angry, and sad

As above so below
We are what we know
I won't go away so easily...

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Paradise, the only word that can encapsulate the emotion felt while looking into her eyes. 
Her soft, gentle hands intertwined with mine; truly the epitome of glorious bliss. 
Her angelic poise beckons my awe, proving,...

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So much, do I desire -
of that which I may never have
 
 Upon the retina of my minds eye –
 burned deep, are the images of your face.
 Upon my synoptic, lies the essence...

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Darkness looms, even in the stariest of night. 
Fears come forth attacking those with sight.
You hinder, you holler, but no one can see, what my minds eye is trying to tell me.

I myself cannot, place...

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Factory Recall

I looked beyond The Open Door 
into a mystical Soul Factory
There amidst  the unboxed souls
was Invisible Jim and The Ghost.
The ghost’s skin was reflective like a mirror 
allowing me to see The Lines...

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One of many, a new world order, each day my minds eye sees another shade colder. The stars and the stripes mean a lot in my heart, the founding fathers message, why’d it have to...

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The name of transformation
lost forgotten in the pages
three different lives
made to look like one
the witch that was
the voodoo queen
and the diary that was
the lines in the sands
and what it wasn't
user friendly schism
dialing six digits of...

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MULTILAYERED: THE CAUSE IS CIVIL RIGHTS!

How time has changed.
I am a colored woman by DNA living in a country of diversity.
I can remember my first day of school when my teacher asked me to self-identify.
...

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Such are these days-floating-along-the nantucket, picture-
frames of days gone by forever sublime in-my-
minds-eye ... reflected upon from time to time.
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 ~ ... and oh how I live to breath this ... ~

 
~ Because I believe true-love is unconditional and is 
the treasure so-very hard-to come by in this world, 
today. Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural-
freedom-of-rhyme; and-the certain-reverence stirring 
in-the spirit of a home that lives only for this; one pure 
reason. Seen now-and-viewed in-the likeness-
of the-orange and red-brown and-yellow of-a-
joyous-leaf ... blowing-free-in-the-ease of
the wind; and knowing the sound of a 
new hope rising-to-greet-the-greener-
grasses thriving amid-the-perfect-beauty 
growing in-plain view of-the other-side of-
the morning. Stirring-in-the-depths-of-
your-heart and the-well, of your soul ... 
riding-high-atop the puffy white clouds, 
billowing-up-to-greet-the-light of-Heaven.
Yes-those wonderful things ... like the
birds chirping fondly and the gentle 
sounds of a baby's laughter, and
slippery wet little kisses ... given-by-
the-lips-of an angel. As you-hear a 
violent-shouting wake up; wake-
up-and-a-tap-tap-tapping, on 
heavens bedroom door. As 
then your awakened again ... 
and then stumble to the 
challenge of not spilling 
the coffee, and you dance 
once more with your lovely 
daughter in the kitchen. As 
she smiles as-you-spill-it-and-
yell-oh-no-tenderly and you ask 
the wife if she could grab the 
morning paper. Yes that freaky 
tone of-a-squeaky-wet-balloon, 
and the ongoing run-of happy-
little-giggles-that-fill the-air ... 
rising to new heights in the
 pool underneath-the-glory 
of-the-summer-sun ... as your 
young son splashes chlorine-water-
in-your face ... and cup. And-so-is-
love-the-prize in all its' authenticity. 
Sweet-poetry ... . A true and-raw-
emotion ... boldly-running-and-
wildly shouting! "Hey!" ~

~ "Certain conditions-and-ultimatums are just fine, but-don't-you-dare-take my morning-coffee!" ~...

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"My mind was once the true survey,

Of all these meadows fresh and gay,

And in the greenness of the grass,

Did see its hopes as in a glass..."
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Windswept village,

Ancient 1836,

Tornado torn,

Blasted to bits.

 

Here is the...

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