Long Multilayered Poems

*last winter break*

I woke up abruptly, my chest gripped and tight. My face felt hot but my arms stung as if frostbitten. I gasped for air that wouldn’t come, as if I had a plastic...

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Little Girl

Know that you are always enough.
You are an intelligent being.
Beyond your imagination
You will learn to reach for the stars.
Daydream.
You can be anything you choose to be.
Dont forget.....
You came here, to this place, to experience...

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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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Winter Delay



              A gypsy man adorned by a hood
             ...

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There was a homeless lady,
one afternoon, outside the hospital.
Was she homeless? I don’t know.
She had a ladened shopping cart,
which, on TV, is kind of a signature.
We were inside, waiting for an Uber.

She was outside, in...

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You seem to like a complex life.
You go out looking for struggle and strife.
You call this just a step up to the cause.
Do you solve any issues at all?
Then I see that you have team...

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Three letters one word, one sentence
One idea, one ideal, one sequence
of generating generated art that even AI
cannot duplicate because I
just tried to use ChatGPT to compose
This soliloquy and please before you start, those
of you that...

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Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of 
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior, 
and unravels the enigmatic structure 
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the...

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She sits alone
In the chiselled grey of stone
In her thoughts so stubborn
Leaves airborne
Mostly unknown
The little that is known
Of the silence in her shapely bone
Is hidden in the tendrils overgrown
In her ringlet curls
Infinity neatly furled
Its splashes
In...

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From the still blue center, the motion starts.
A multilayered gyroscope turning.
Interconnected, meshing clockwork parts,
Within, sacred white fire is blossoming.

Smooth hand circles driving arms swinging free,
Shoulders relaxed, rotate forward and back,
Trace three-dimensional infinity.
Every sinew not involved,...

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I want conversations 
with writers and poets
The wise the wacky 
the dark and the stoic 
I need to drink your words
I fear my disease is chronic 
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic

Writers and...

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I want conversations 
with writers and poets
The wise the wacky 
the dark and the stoic 
I need to drink your words
I fear my disease is chronic 
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic

Writers and...

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a broken phone in the muddy dirt
a neglected charger hanging on a badly worn clothesline
turned down for another loan
everything has been cut off or repossessed
now all my stuff is baking in the sun in a...

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The path has already been layed down
albeit with multilayered shadows
layed down and lit
by previous
seekers of truth
their imagination intertwined with
sustainance
providing fodder for their souls

these seekers of truth
uncoiled their tentacles of knowledge longing
bringing to their open mouths
images...

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I keep your facial poses under lock
with myself as the only key
so I may live in your parenthesis.
You were a multilayered, solid color,
wishing to be a pattern of unique luster.

If a creek, you would have...

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