Long Mutterings Poems

Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I refused to sing,
Almost an anticipation in his voice,
As if he...

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I listened to his heart profusely, 
For a beat like his was much to ponder
I often wondered, his thoughts, and,
A light in me knew, with wretched wonderment
What the whispers in his mutterings meant to me

They...

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In a land, far away, once upon a time
An ancient place, deep in mystical forests
There lived a sickly old man
The years had passed and he was but an empty shell

Even he had no memories of...

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July first 2023 will celebrate...
our sixth anniversary at Highland Manor Apartments
	
Subtitled: The perspective of one festive folky fellow
friendliness ofttimes prompts me 
when crossing paths with another to say “hello,”
whose demeanor trends toward being mellow
courtesy about...

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A poem for my Orion 
Who cowers in the sky
For many years, his faithful hunting dog 
Was always by his side. 

“Orion you are iniquitous, 
You do not shine so bright.” 
The dog's thoughts were...

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon filled with candy and bullets
that lingers menacingly overhead
announcing the death...

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In the avenues of thought you stirred up ripples 
And waves, and raised all the dust that had settled 
On everything that sat within the circumference
Of a space between two meanings
A tale of two cities

And...

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I spend time with a friend 
well, a pseudo-friend 
an acquaintance of sorts 
no, I guess he'd be a friend, 
shit, who knows 
one of those types you never really share your heart 
that authentic...

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A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted snow;
Across the matted undergrowth
A bronzed carpet of copper coloured
Leaves
Whose rusting...

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She said, if I correctly recall,                  
That, for her, a sustaining love is an 
Absolute prerequisite for what...

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MOTIVATION

He smacked the desk in despair
Writer’s block a permanent feature in his limited world
Just the first sentence, not even a title yet
Words elusive, as if scared to appear on the page
And his own brain befuddled...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come 

dozens came with casseroles
a few...

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I am dying and that's fine

                             ...

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you cry, you smile, you open your arms out wide 
yet all they do is continue to cast you aside 
don't let them win and take your joy away 
brighten up, for tomorrows another day...

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How could he!?
How could he betray me and the kingdom like this!?
How could everything he taught me be a lie!?

And so it has come to this.
I had hoped the rumors of treason were false,
But, alas,...

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Can you hear me across the distance?
I am whispering to this paper,
I do not want them to hear
What I am saying to you,
They will hear it and say it is not true,
Eavesdrop and see through...

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Musing on The Muse of Your Words

All the flowers of Epiphany
I have designed and collected
The flowing words through ink 
Came to me
Unbidden and as yet unwritten or encapsulated

They lay sanguine indistinct 
And are birthed in...

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Have you been an inch to madness
The commune of thoughts in a feast
with soliloquy wiggling in silence
And mysterious mutterings dangling in violence             ...

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Virtuous revolutions
are like timeless whole system recycling.

When was the last time
you thought and felt
we cooperatively feel and think in cycles
while living in a virtuous WinWin communicating circle?

Rather than slowly dying off into more private mutterings
while...

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The mystical allure 
Of an island in the sun
Embraced by deepest waters 
Of sparkling sapphire blue
A tranquil sanctum
A secret retreat
A calling from within
Where one day two sweet lovers meet
And on this Isle their hearts entwined
Where...

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Harken...those hollowing drums
Over cold vales so beat,
Exhorting a multitude of glistening 
Star-tipped spears,
As marching over shattered landscapes
In shinning replete:
Crunch Artumes eternal legions
Across the snow bound years.

Casting down from the mauve 
And cloudless heights
The pale witch...

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To aerate, babble and procrastinate
decluttering man cave rubbish
welcoming this temperate
(Billy me) idle March thirtieth
tooth house sand nineteen

eventually to accomplish
sorting thru lifetime
worth miscellaneous
papered material former
rainforest, I banish

to the shredder repurposing
once upon a time
stately majestic humongous
dignified cub...

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That's not how the World Works
                     67.

I acknowledge your sacred mutterings
And the enthusiasm on which...

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At cockcrow, I head down to the river, forsaking my little log cabin situated in the dense forest till dusk, which was strongly built by my endemic hands. I have no compulsion for rods and...

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Pondering love’s inquisitions hitherto thine perplexities
as thou should knowest its tenderness requite.  
Whilst thy deliberate forthright such iniquitous fortitude of beguiling amorous utterances. 
Thine onliest causality lay boisterous extemporizations whereupon the chorus of crescendoing...

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