Long Moveable Poems

“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art...

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MY MIRROR

The Bright Morning Star wakes me as body adhere,
moveable joints leads me to the replica of me.
This is a lifetime routine i'm accustomed to.
And I, a lonely audience, see you equal my feet
even from...

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Indirect interference into interesting iconographic inked inner initiative is not a carefully stepping clam, a carved tree cake nor a dune of a moon. Taking no bistro out for a walk or a cafeteria for...

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	The Selfish Knight and His Lady

Sixteen pieces for me
	Allotted the same for you
But, it always begins with Me first
Unless the 'me' is you...
Whereupon, like Alice in her checkerboard world,
It's up to me to find our...

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1.
any colour may be applied to the 
night-dress 

this city actually has no cart 
driven by horses 

before a pretty long time the shepherds 
had also told adieu 

by secret signalling the red-hat addiction 
called...

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She speaks in lingo
Like foreigners speak gringo
In all forks of the great America
Around and out of this awesome Africa

She comes online
Doing this shows she recline
On the dawn and night of her words
Designed to have faith...

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Abigail’s Spring  

Beneath the shelter of winter’s barren arbor
My winter abused heart
Watches the day’s light linger in the sky resisting darkness -
Begging to play a little longer every day –
Pushing twilight away at arm’s...

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Soul Sanctuary

Wandering through a moveable museum of memories columnar
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in watercolors gossamer

Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments of atonement,
Soft edges of first love painted in golden moments –

Brushing aside gauzy...

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BLOTTED OUT
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined...

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No Conclusions, THE PROCESS OF PAINTING ***

Not often between lines.
Crossing lanes.  Consuming spaces.
 Ordering gray shadows
Like shaded fog or misty traces —
In a measure of displaced displays
Of reality’s clarity 
In impressions or abstractions,
To emphasize...

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Sanctuary

Wandering through a moveable museum of memories
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in gossamer watercolors;
Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments,
Soft edges of first love;
Brushing aside gauzy cobwebs on photo negatives
Blushing with pastel transparency in opaque...

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In flower’s noisy popularity
lies it charm for majority,
my fever fleeing when it is detached:
A couple helping that has been mismatched,
To their mouths lifted and delicately kissed
like something just found long missed,
I with a misgiving that...

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In early April the bus from Lecce
				unloads us at the fabled fish market.
				The place is shuttered down, not even
				the scent of chowders past lingering
				in the air. The only hint of June’s
				full fare is one slight...

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the soft pattering of feet down the street
the breath of stale air against your neck
don't turn around
i'm not there

the moon beating down rending you restless
you were made for the nightlife, baby
but the masquerader you're dancing...

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To my friend
The one with a big heart

The one who gives,
never expecting to receive

The one who carries pains,
wants and desires 
deep in her heart
	
The one who is 
always willing to
listen, give advice
and never judges.

The one...

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Surrounded by the chaos of a mind unhinged,
	She sought out a kind of refuge in
A corner of the gray concrete she found herself
            ...

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now not anymore
the Island that isn’t
a loneliness but
Choice without being
There we were sitting and
The Sea was coming and
We (me and you) – a gorgeous staple,
Hooked, 
were creating and
we saw him (after years and years) how
he...

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This month I have read"The Letters of Ezra Pound"                          ...

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She wakes from a forgetful, trance-like state
 Unconsciously rolls over
 and feels an embryo inside
 Forgetting her divine power and wisdom
 Sophia calls to her

She walks out the door
 Tripping over the obstacles in her...

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victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale  from from my maternal heritage )

We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an...

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Mystical labyrinth of twisting harmonic warnings
Gazing into infinity’s composing handiwork –
 Moonbeams in silver sung sonatas –
  Ivory hued cantatas resolved from heart pacing crescendos
Spring’s soothing birdcalls after tympanic thunder.

Measured tempos of rhythms search...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on...

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We left our abode 
       in old Cowfair
  haggled a price 
for an old shire mare

Onto the 
     landlord's canal boat
lock stock and barrel...

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the blue jays waited 
on the camp bench this afternoon
for you to feed them,

you ignoring me
cost them too,
they wept all day through.

we came to Yosemite 
for you
to find resolution
was it in an alleyway 
	or the...

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