Long Narrations Poems

He walks around town
bouncing
over size t-shirts
baggy jeans half way his butt
each day wearing a mysterious smile
today with this
tomorrow that
as easy as his wink
so they come and go

She thinks she is the It gal
Beauty and brains...

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Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey,
To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; 
At my age between sixteen to seventeen,
In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; 
A time, when, young and...

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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
George Oppen

If it wasn't for...

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I walk an already trodden path...
Uncertain, of future lives that lie ahead

But, in faith I close these earthly Ojibwa eyes
In trill, thus, I hear the old ways in your presence amidst Chinook winds
As harmonic they...

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THE QUILL SWILLERS CLUB

connections and perceptions started in July 2008
a typical day of apathy
where the temptation was to hibernate
relaxing with local newspaper
browsing lazily at leisure
an advert caught my eye with a treasure

my long awaited calling...

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The Mother Earth

The fountain of your profound love
Gushing out with presents and gifts
Showering bounties, its treasure trove 
To all mankind your love drifts.

Your rivers and seas, forests and fields
Are full of provisions to banish hunger
You...

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I know this man of God that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Knowing that his words never fail, every Sunday I make my way down to the bottom of...

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Carolyn Devonshire
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Carolyn:  Commendable poet who composes cheerful charming comments.
Articulate, admirable, agreeable, author awards an absolute awakening.
Romanticism redeemed by her reasonable reverberating reflections, regally. 
Owns the odysseys’ omniscient...

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POEM 

Tittle; In-between the Lines


In-between lines, lies possibilities more like a probability equation...

Just like a bridge standing high above the sea connecting two destinations also  affirms that, water  also serves as a bridge...

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Congradtulation on creation & salvation while the congregation gives explanation
of our nation as education to this foundation as frustration rocks the situation 
and the vibration gives separation to the revelation and realization of this
westernization and...

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The boudoir joins us in absorbing feeling

a Goddess right next to me under cover

breathless and inspiring we share the muse

of all muses as we preside over wedlock

hands tied around leather bound spines

filled with passion and...

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Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman...

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The eye of the beholder created by observer,
ever virtues twilights preserver.

Attraction of beauty and normally,
perception in grace of subjectively.

Spiritual awakening to purpose realization,
seeing God’s face by pure admiration.

Be empty by the extraordinary heart in the...

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Don’t you know that you are one?
Just like the two sides of a coin, 
You need each other to be complete, 
And you shall walk together, 
For you are forged to be one.

You surely are...

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I always thought of a word I would use to refer to him,
for he was more than a brother to me.
We talked about space and mysteries for hours.
We went for long walks.
We shared our fears,...

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Hang a left, clunker rocking
on sprung shocks.
Inside,
narrows taper to booths.
The place is slow-time empty.

The staff talk is griddle speech,
a blow by blow banter,
middle finger smarts mixed with
vowels of regrets.

From the lips of waitresses
the clipped history
of...

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I hang a left, my clunker rocking
on sprung shocks.
Inside, narrows taper to booths.
The talk is griddle speech,
a blow by blow banter,
middle finger smarts mixed with
vowels of tenderness.
I overhear the history
of generations of icons. False gods...

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A pen rests unreservedly in my lips 
Another embraced behind my ear 
A ream of paper at peace on my lap 
And ink smudges consume my fingers 
/ 
  
My perception beyond physicality 
Mystical...

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Intriguing this swaying candles flame, trying to convince myself tis but, an aladdins lamp?!

Whispering these words with an amulets charms, dangling about its waist; a world of visions

Kept in this alabasters oblong box; scented aneath...

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Who resembles you? 
A drunken night 
Or a jealous star 
A colored full moon 
Or shy cottage
Who resembles you? 
A virgin lark 
Or blond flower 
Who resembles love? 
Believing in you 
Who resembles a soul?...

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hand-me-down myths,
          clan's fondest memories
          by nostalgia embellished
like ancient monoliths.


hyperbolic narrations,
      ...

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