Long Moistened Poems

Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...

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Stately stood Princess Amber in all her finery,
Emerald tunic over a crimson gown,
With gems inlaid in her rustling gown,
Her arms bangled in intricate gold slowly rose,
Her slender fingers rested on her heaving bosom,
Listening to unstopping...

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Youth

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow
to hold emotions locked in deep repose
in young desire and love warm thoughts will show.
Affection holds its ardor as it grows
to burn inside young hearts in evening tide.
In darkest...

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t was half past five before sunrise, 
when darkness faded into the misty Saturday's dawn, 
just an hour after a bloody confrontation, 
but a brave woman descended into a blood-bathed
street of Lustre, 
with hungry cats...

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They say the one you think of last before sleep,
Is the one you care for the most— the one you wish to hold, admire, love…

The two of us…beings of bravery,
Had labored all the night, 
In...

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baseball, bird, change, childhood, games, holiday, lost,

“Seasonal Walks in the Park!”

A walk in the park after a springtime morning rainfall 
Is to hear the droplets fall from bent branches overhead
That can shock and moisten one’s...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope, precisely made
        ...

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Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, 
                           ...

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This poem is written in tribute to 
                           ...

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(Part Two)

I go back to a time, (one of many), when we were there, caught in the rain
and salt mist ... little droplets would form on your eyelashes like diamonds, as
if giving value to those...

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The old sorcerer was teaching his apprentice a lesson about the moon, but as usual the subject drifted, this time, to witches. “How would I know a witch if I saw one?” The apprentice asked.

“It’s...

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Back to you Billy, for ways I whiled away herding ennui

Ah...a flood of memories wash over
this anointed Goatama Boo Da,
whose respected G.O.A.T status
among generic green acres, 
which swathed across Highland Manor 
analogous to petty coat...

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The Magic of this Night


My precious love, my sweetest joy, please come to me this night
Make my beating heart your own to set my world a flight
Accept this dream which does come true of times...

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Hello friends of Poetry Soup. 

I am coming back after a long gap during which many things happened with me. I lost my dear wife Shashi in July 2017 who was ill for the last...

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The moon appeared late at night
and a fluorescent lady shown about me
with a soft voice and pale fingers
she asked, 

"What troubles you?"

I could have said several things, because
in reality, I really was quite troubled
But I...

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( Song of Solomon 4: 16 )



We Walked In The Garden At Midnight
We Walked Thru The Garden In Moonlight

Among Azealeas & Verbenas & Blue Jonquils
Sweet Honeysuckle, Yellow Primroses & Daffodils
Among White Phlox & Orchids &...

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One time, when I was about
eight or nine, 
Poppa climbed up onto the roof.
He was fixing something
(I don't remember what)
but he called me up.
He wanted me to see 
the sunset
uninterrupted by the houses
and trees of...

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Have you ever felt such a silken mist? A shower of rain that can cleanse the soul? Have you ever reached up to touch God on the face and He converted your heart instantly? Have...

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You are my life and in that I believe
	Always my love will be only for you

			Flattering though that sounds I must confess
			My first love is chocolate - sad but true

	Sensual visions to capture the feel
	Bringing...

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I had just set my headphones

down when the intercom

buzzed and Ruben O’s 

voice asked urgently:

 

“you ready man?”

 

I’m standing before the

multi-slide mixing board

in a studio dreamily

streaked in amber from

the track lights.

 

“Eagles Lyin’ Eyes...

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A serious question was posed to me recently.  
Where do you go?

I said…
Well, I wait for the darkest, clearest night,
go to the highest point on the highest hill 
and watch for the shooting stars....

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Into Young Womanhood

this glorious role, sans
     helping beget and nurture thine first born
three day shy of Christmas 1996,
     fills thy being
     with joie...

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Courtesy handy dandy
palmar hyperhidrosis
impossible mission to defeat
except poe wet tickly
even courtesy drysol.

(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words,...

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Amongst my valley of sacred dreams, a single
Reddened rose grows, tender leaves of emotion’s
Blowing within my garden of inner hearts chamber.
Textures delicate layers, blossoming in the shadow
Of loves burning passion, nurtured in desire’s private
Council, my...

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“Tall Poppies, Cactus Flowers and a Girl Not Called Betty”



All the Flamingos were called Betty
on a crowded beach somewhere 

Well heeled stuck in the quick sands of time
heads held high

like

Tall poppies 
waving, long stemmed

they are...

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