Long Mutes Poems

Act 4.

Marat

Where do these tears come from? My makeup
is melting in the spotlight. She has gone.
Oh, how I wished to tell her… I did not.
I wished to tell but I forgot the words
to say according...

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A man's first right is to his own country:
That place by choice that was his father's hope
Before. His breathing make its history,
Its death is his shackles, his dream its scope.
This was the first discord jarring...

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the future cannot be but a computation
and that's where all the problems start
one after another all at once
how are your levels of satisfaction arrived at
personally generally universally consistently
how good is your math
how good can your...

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"Odysseus and The Siren"



There he is 
like Odysseus 
bound to the mast of his ship
cursive words dispatched 
through aether to 
the somnolent nodding
in their stock 
he avoids full brace
the Siren’s enchantment
a song that sings 
his...

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“Hyacintho Caelum” 



salvus me
per poetica
Hyacintho Caelum
advenit
sicut turbo
in pluvia

red life reigns
poetry awakens
opening 
gifts again

a gain

Life 
mysterious 
calls us all forward
metronome time
constantly calling 

the call 
it never changes

the poets’ Majesty
pleasure through 
the wrecking balls
dropping white and 
black...

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Red power mode
White digital
Blue logo

My, oh my ...
sweet apple pie!
Patriotic American cheese is turning sour Kraut commie
Democracy is Wisconsin curdling ... penicillin shot
needed between the ailing ballot box,
sho’ ain’t Louisiana Purchase forthcoming

Lady Liberty is bowing...

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POETS


Desert dust before the rain hampered our walk
                       on the Oregon  floor
...

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See these tiny things
Filled with thought profound;
Cute miniatures spring
From creative grounds.


In a format small,
Craft miniature books;
Haiku moments call:
Browse and take a look.


One and a half inch,
The book height is short;
Words squeezed just to lynch
Warm poetry...

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Seraphic faces, shapes slicked in rubber,
With Iron Lungs strapped to their back,
Terra Firma’s tether, now growing slack,
Frog footed adventurers adrift in space,
As they slip from this world’s iron bonds, 
Down the sapphire glide, of the...

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The Concert


In a crowded concert hall musicians stir.
Coming to life, the wind slowly swings a loose screen door.
Half a mile away, the wide open door is but a dot
Diminishing the darkness from the heavens above.
Through,...

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Traditional Format

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
he listens as the angels start to sing,
recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.

Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
the gifts we need are never under...

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at the cusp between 
slumber and wakefulness 
I reach a subconscious of wonder

it seems that my house was built
too close to the ocean
foundations and perimeter walls
supported by reason and books
now washed away by the water
each...

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The wind whistles through the cracks of the window that can’t be fully shut. I sigh, willing myself to simply ignore it. Another and another potato loses their form as I slice them into paper...

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Words are vile worms
Worse than pathological germs
When I see them on blackboard
Or behold them on computer screen
They pester and prick like pointed pin
And make me scream and writhe in pain
Sending sore signals to my brain

While...

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The summer sky, awash with ghostly clouds
Seems open to imaginings tonight
The likes of which those of the common clay
Deem it folly to conceive.

Clothed in possibilities
This world we move through mutes my mind
With dull amazement when...

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The forest floor stretches drum tight, bound by verdant slopes, a timpani of sound.
First greeters of rain’s onslaught, leaves trill joy, form larger drops, a deeper sound

While tires rumble freeways flowing through suburban sprawl like...

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Alluring beauty and soul-lifting smile on her face; Glittering natural hair coiled inside her golden kente scarf.

Her perfectly shaped legs in her stunning faded blue jeans. She’s beauty defined!
carefully moulded nose on a wonderfully formed...

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She wasn't a learned woman per se or so I was told, 
by the air that surrounded her late in the eve as she talked away; 
Its as if she plucked it from the time...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Sixteen

Who dreamed this dream also dreamed he was dreaming all alone:
Tail-end swish of winds barely pulled up the lukewarm afternoon
Cob love-bound with pen from Down Under clad in...

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I know, I know. 
For some of you people, it's hard. 
You have no choice.
Your parents didn't teach you any better. 
If at all.
If you had any parents to speak of. 
And the crowd you...

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When accidental 
auroras stroll along 
the pale highlights of
camouflaging corpses
and death blossoms
in vulturous hearts of 
dreadful puppets, 
she always holds
pixie dusts of 
strawberry seeds within 
october's obsidian quartz. 

Gaze beyond those
glass-stitched horizons, 
as she cracks...

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Officer, I’m here to turn myself in 
"What did you do? Start at the beginning."
I didn’t do anything, 
Negligence is my sin 
I was walking the street with my friend 
We saw young men lurking...

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silence through spoken word...
...filling the space to cover the space that's there...
trivial tactics used as blinders to direct my silence and my spoken
into traps laid out to bless the captured...
but to be caught means you're...

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Parental desperation
is the dreadful flee bidden cause
Children separation
is the inhumane quarantine effect

Trying to cross the sovereign divide
is narrow mindedly viewed, by more than a few,
as a pestilent travel venture
Ill will is the chilling, unhealthy reception

The...

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Humours turn acrid near
The silent seer.

Escaping absentees scamper
Further down the hole that holds their likeness
Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions.

               ...

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