Long Mirages Poems

Science is Fiction

Sir Popper popped the answer to the question of and whether science
holds truth and where and when for how long facts remain value’s 
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Sinai Campaign, 1967

“Operation Focus” sees Israeli jets streaking, 1
Attacking Arab fighter jets and air force bases, 2
Thus attaining dominance over Middle Eastern skies,
While IDF ground divisions launch into action. 3

Israeli tanks (Pattons, Shermans, and Centurions)
Blitzkrieg...

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The world is a vast market of trading love
though it is not a visible commodity at all
every man and woman are buyer and seller
they either buy or sell love at an uncertain profit
some make interest,...

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Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
of possessiveness.
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.

Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
towards another.
Can cast...

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What golden fevers disease drives the madman’s insanity,
A toxic yellow shines metal, that glitter beneath the polar Aurora,
Of greed’s horded treasure of the Klondike’s curse!
By sheer brawn's heaving and hoe, did these fortune hunters so...

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When we are young, we long for tomorrow that                          ...

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It's not about love, not about hate.
It's the promise of two that one can negate.
It's not about dark, not about light
It is about peace found after a fight.
It's not about courage, nor about fear
It's less...

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2/28/21

Dang it
Still doing the same s***
On a planet that is overpopulated
Always getting faded
And intoxicated
Often facing Goliath, call me David
I won and was elated
I also loss and got frustrated
My ego rose or it deflated
The one continually...

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but this is certainly not intended
to be an instrument of terror
except maybe for the habitual
who are out for my blood
and from whom I am occasionally rescued
speaking of which
it looks like time for my fairy godmother's...

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Five miles of neatly spaced suckered palm planted 
Bustling promenade,
Not withstanding a provincial cafe-culture 
Of restaurants and exciting little bars,
Enhance upon regal elegance of the crammed hotels
Regency period style facades;
Their fashionable shadows slowly lifting and...

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A CFO chased cheaper resumes
into my severance of free days.
Safe in winter with my kids and Blue’s Clues,
til Spring brought out the perks of community dues.
Dawned smiles a first morning’s remark
nurtured those long talks into...

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Note: Coochie Road is a real place.

                  "The Girl From Coochie Road"

     Under a...

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Softly moans the blowing wind
	crossing over bright glittering crystals
endless darkness lies black beneath
	swirling dancing blowing white

soft as feathers downy white
	soft drifts flowing softly slow
sliding smoothly across the way
	closing off the un-traveled way

twisting ribbon flowing down
	hard...

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Drink the Namibia Countryside 

Namibia a West African country, on the Atlantic coast
Namibia’s beauty is wonderfully surreal and alluring,
With endless savannah and bushland 
With most stunning landscapes in Africa, 
with acres of ocean shores, woodland...

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Flies, drawn to their only sustenance, cloud around my head.
In this cloudless desert sky  - blank, deep-arching cavern of thought  - 
Unblinking  sun stares down but this fire-bird will not fly,
Has no...

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Silenced Voices


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In the Middle East, far south of Sweden,                           ...

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Tis the season, for"Love"....

The time of giving and caring

Peace on earth, and good will, to all of life!

To lay aside the swords, the spears, the guns

Embracing the hope of a tomorrow

Clear, from the sediments of...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 3


Catullus VII: 'How Many Kisses'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You ask, Lesbia, how many kisses
are enough, or more than enough, to satisfy me?

As many as the Libyan sands
swirling in incense-bearing Cyrene
between the torrid...

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Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous;
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos.
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence,
Attendant to their morning chores.
A...

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Our drive started out like any typical summer trip into Philadelphia. Both buses rolling down the highway loaded with screaming teens, eager to reach their destination in a hurry. Rush-hour traffic was heavy, the white...

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Humbly holding forth this bouquet of flowers

Within these sincere and love filled hands ~

Marked by lines that have defined themselves, through time....

The spectrum of colors across these pages, these shades

Endlessly, from black unto white; crossing...

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In days long past, my school did a pilgrimage to a small land of peace and reconciliation, that lay in the nation of passion and revolution. As a community from nations near and far, we...

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To never see the ending must sound like a magical paradise a life of boundless possibility right?...Unbroken will determination like no other??? For the opposite end of the spectrum eternal wondering confusion pondering and questioning...

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Two majestic lords of the African Savannah, 
Strike without cautions warning, or roar's announcement.
Nomads, prides outcasts, existing on the fringes edge of
Survival.
Instinct's primal predators, golden phantoms, shadows
Haunted silhouettes passing in the night, casting eerie images
Against...

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