Long Music to my ears Poems

So cramped ...
Strain to move,
Flex and budge in tiny increments ...
That's the limit.
Constantly testing, trying,
Pushing, pressing ...
Constrict, exert, constrict, struggle,
Spin slowly, push ...
That's it. That's all.
Nothing more.
But it helps ... relief,
A body sigh ...
But only...

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Gold is your soul


The drive there will be boring.
The arrival so momentous!
The disappointing greeters;
The sights not quite as expected.
The smell at times will be rancid.
The art of it all will be lost.
They will say “Welcome...

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Twice told toilet tale – a cheeky execrable gross fable

which poetic product best be affixed 
with hashtag STINKY label.

As a young whippersnapper
and one precocious lad to boot,
I discovered common combustible materials
found in the bathroom.

At opportune...

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My friends and I were out strolling, in a lush park one day,
Just enjoying the scenes of the afternoon, as time flew away.

Sun kissed blooms blushed and swooned, under pale lazy clouds;
And nature was lush...

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Hello again Conscious, my dear friend
hello again dear mirror, my wake up call
hello again myself, it's too early for this but it needs to be said
No one will understand my turmoil, decisions, incentives
my numbing drive...

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hurts when u leave

The MINUTE you turn to get on that plane
my head and my heart want to go INSANE
PLEASE turn around and set my heart free
I NEED you I WANT you to stay here...

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30 Days In

I fall short of just enough
Words escaped my breath
Eager to talk 
My tongue utters
As a mute 
Finding his voice 
My mind races with mighty a speed

My fragility becomes apparent 
A spectacle amongst
Figures who...

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Alexa echo rocks ages of generations!

The species and genus
known as Homo sapiens
predominated across the webbed wide world
for tens of thousands of years
until many brain children teamed together,
(though nevertheless select individuals
such as Fred Flintstone and Barney...

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i dont know who is she i dont know where is she from i dont know what is she doing i dont know where is she leaving but if you saw her please tell her:
youre...

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I Love Cotton Candy,
Flowers Still In The Ground,
A Cricket That Makes No Sound,

I Love Clouds That Draw Pictures For Me,
Winds That Blow My Wishes,
A Hand That Holds Hope,

I Love Music To My Ears,
The Way Salt...

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her, she sat out like no other...but her silhouette 
her voice, it was music to my ears like no other..but her silhouette 
her personality, it matched mine like no other...but her silhouette 
her resistance, it...

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Illusion is Reality and reality is illusion.
What if everything you once knew was all a lie.
Every flower, every smile a simple spot in your vision.
The lies swim around in your brain like dead fish.
You accept...

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From my new Blog, 
Tales From The Dark Book Of Poe, Oct 23rd,1977 as was written, after midnight clock struck its blackest hour.
Blog Posted:6/11/2020 2:30:00 PM
Blog, Tales From The Dark Book Of Poe,  Oct...

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of...

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 WHO WAS SHE

I intuited the radiance before
I even laid eyes on her
Moving with a self-assured poise
that came from deep within
was a quintessence of a woman
of ageless assurance and beauty

What WAS it?

That layered her with...

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Time to choose? Time to change?

When I feel Love 
It feels like I am falling into a deep blue lake
Of a baby’s eyes.

When I hate,
Darkness consumes me like smoke,
Smothering light and extinguishing all hope.
Knots in...

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The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful...

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT 
I know of a place
A place so rich and fertile 
A place with green trees
With the sweet scent of nature
And the beauty of wildlife
With elegant tall black men and women 
The strongest people I...

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When the twinkling trust
of tamarind tides, 
cascades in catastrophes
and turmeric-tinted tulips
become a treason for sun temples ~
I slowly drift like a diluted drop,
ruffled in the consciousness of Nyx,
where the nefarious nightglows
unfurl a midnight rose-glazed moon,...

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2025.4.10
It has been 9 months since I played piano.
In the first few months,
I received few compliments.
I was not confident and felt embarrassed instead.
But eventually, I receive them every day and everywhere I play.
I even have...

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“Look! The aging poet sleepwalks again.”
“Sir, should we wake him from his nightly tour?”
“No! God no! His heart could not stand the strain.”
“He’s heading for the open study door 
His ambulant steps on the floorboards...

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You are the music in my ears, catching my very last tear                       ...

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They are running from camp to camp, carrying all that they have, big bundles mounted on their head with an appointment to meet the dead.
A few weeks ago, they had a fortified home with maid...

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Maybe it was just a dream, a fantasy. 
A dream so sweet I could tang its scent. 
A fantasy roughly you and I on top of the world.
A dream so flawless nothing can relate. 
A...

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