Long Nepenthe Poems

My thoughts are blinking quickly deep in my brain. I’m happy you decided to join me, I’m so glad you came. If I didn’t pour my feelings out I think I’d go insane, well except...

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"50 Words for Poe: Styx"




Sleep now

Your Nepenthe has been taken
listen to your dream 
what you pay alms for
requires surveillance
this is where she is reached and seen
in her dreams she dreams within your dream

He whistles in...

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Honesty presides in these fresh sonnets
Where breathing seeks to set example
For future generations on thresholds
Of honest wit staying apt and ample
Poets questioning meaning in long life
While judging and evoking honesty
They hold themselves above impending strife
And...

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"Sequential"



Inside us a forest,
there a crown 
blooms 

on many branches
far reaching,
delivering

its Anahata
nepenthe,
we breathe it in

omnipotent
burning fiction
crackles consecration

in our bodies
in our blood
on our skin

we are open,
we are 
awaking

we drink the mystery in,
our new Odyssey,
within us -

it
breathes...

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             First picked Summertime cherry 
             Dew glimmer marble blood clot
...

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The Parting
       
Something about sadness persists you know,
tearing us apart, unheralded, ironic
and we cannot leave it there alone.
Carried to the grave and home again
its wounded heart beats strong, 
enticingly...

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Reared and disciplined 
But never in immortality

Confined to repetition
Wading through banality

Longing for an aura of comfort and peace
I run from the reaper, as if I could escape that beast

She stalks me adroitly
I wait for her...

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A raven sits alone, perched upon a tombstone,
humming an eerie tone, which is sombrely known.
This deadly treachery is disturbing my reverie.
A shadowy energy, ready for tragedy!
My soul tries to ignore this Grim Reaper at my...

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Nearly ten years ago now watching three cranes flying by amid her sky....
Blue the canvas their hawking an echoing this still frame, filed away for another
Day and we were running as fast as one could...

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Heartsong. 


Where the physical meets philosophy
In Arcady rare love joined you to me
Fated bowstring of a song has severed

Seeking Lethe, Did thou seer seek to sere?
Shreds of sinews hearts damned ruptured weir.
Where the physical meets...

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