Long Missals Poems

_____Daddy Saved These______

It has been many moons since my 
Father passed.
Then came that day, I unearthed 
these lovely treasures Daddy had 
saved.

My very first pair of knitted
pink and white booties.
Add a first pair of soft,white
high...

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Voices of the silent whispers echo deeply disturbing fact 
debates hold principle those with brains tear down structures 
human rights ignored opening up a can of worms within morals 
where truth is hidden away questions...

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Their spirits sift through the ages
Soaring swiftly in song
Kings queens prophets poets
Martyr and messiah
Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths

For ages they are anxiously awaiting 
YOU 
The one who will pick up that torch
Glowing with orange golden...

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The Translucent Loft

The girls choir at St. Mary’s still sings there.
Shh, be quiet as we step inside
through these green rectangular doors,
Shh! Listen... 
We can hear them up there, 
in the translucent loft.

They are still cloistered...

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Apocalypse Beans

Sometimes it seems 
your chest is about to cave in.
You try to catch a breath but 
your heart flutters like a dry leaf;
Just more suburban undulations;
Dressed down for a slow blues song.
Apocalypse Beans sizzle...

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Herd-mongers, schoolmarms and glorious twats
Piloting leased arks through drenched parking lots
Cadillacs cleansed of a fine week’s debris
Just in time for the polish of sanctimony

A river of swine, like the Jordan, it crosses
Over deserts of disheartened...

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Don your hat, grab your cape and walk with me,
let's stalk the streets, take in the frosty air
on cobbled lanes, necromancing we see
confined people of shade suspended there.
They strain against the lock, peer through the...

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IS THERE A FANATIC IN THE ATTIC? 

There sat they, satisfied
satiated knowing hundreds of souls had died
there sat they midst flat bread and Allah's wine
making plans that would send shivers up my spine

missals, mortars, murder...

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The preposterous fictions many
           profess to be unvarnished truth
     warp the very fabric of our universe --
cause those long dead to...

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Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean 
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily. 
Maybe. 
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily. 
Meanwhile 
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses 
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured...

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The biggest threat to our humanity and way of life 
is engraved within those whom get consumed by untruths 

God controls this planet not science playing as host 
man is destroying it with nuclear waste...

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Once I tried
To fathom the ocean,
And the deep rumbling
Orchestrated symphony
Of the endless cavalcades
Of those reconvening,
Ebb and flow of
Aquamarine waves
Wrapped in lyrical brevity,
Kept implying deathlessness.

While the spumes
Like rhapsodists in a choir
Made me hear their passacaglia
Of epigrams,...

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Poetry is less about form,
and more about content; 

less about tradition, and 
more about personal light
and revelation – 

such penmanship, 
truly missals of meditation, 
cannons of Spiritual-occasion, 
for celebration and sharing – 

Seeking less to...

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Planes fly in from above
Carrying missals and bombs
Dropping them where they feel fit
Taking out many men
jump in a hole to take cover
Wondering to yourself is this the end?
Look up and see the fire that is...

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