Long Ordinariness Poems

I never cared to do the dangerous things, and liked to play it safe,
But the strict bonds of ordinariness, can oftentimes start to chafe.

I always preferred to cover my bets, for I hated the idea...

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Wedded to the past

The iconography of childhood gives more vivid memories,
like an inward looking that draws to depth and human connections;
those relationships with family members, friends, and relations
the best of times and known to be...

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Unbeknownst tummy why, (around
about 2200 hours October 5th, 2018),
     a slew of forgotten incidents quasi
lee linkedin, and questionably
     nsync, though lightly browned

     with...

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The iconography of childhood gives more vivid memories,
like an inward looking that draws to depth and human connections;
those relationships with family members, friends, and relations
the best of times and known to be the memorable years...

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This is my garden.

I recently discovered
the quiet allure 
of the forgotten art of gardening.

More than shoving seeds into soil,
More than impatiently waiting for seedlings and then greedily harvesting the fruit of one’s labour. 

More than...

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What they saw, that seminal liberation day,
Defied, at first, all comprehension;
The winding dirt road uncoiled to a clearing,
Snaked to primal ordinariness, a camp, militia deserted.
Static gates, fences of rust stained barbed wire,
Ramshackle huts in the...

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I have this talent - I can create an ex-boyfriend out of thin air. **snapping fingers**

Lisa and I had just gotten back to school from Thanksgiving break and my soon to be ex-study-partner arrives all...

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A MAN WHO FAILED TO LIVE 

I have lived life like a trader with many a crate of eggs 
Treading carefully to avoid the judging eyes of men
A freedom from condemnation have i consciously begged...

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As you grow, happy moments shrink,
At some day, skin aches when you smile,
These are just ordinary lines, or
Maybe just exaggerated tales,
‘D thought so but no fraction of idea,
It could be real, as real as you...

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did the Greek philosopher Socrates
ever have thoughts of his own mediocrity,
did Buddha in meditation contemplate
belly-button lint in his belly button sedate?

maybe some Confucian spiritual medium
pondered dust in minute trivial tedium.
did Newton while conjuring Newtonian physics
diverge...

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Alligator alley always answers
Bringing bulbous batches of bubbles
Creatively and curiously cavorting 
Deliberately denying and distorting
Elusive energy and enthusiasm
From freakish forwarding fanatics who foresee
Glorious globs of grotesque gossip
Hereon, hereto and herewith heralded
In illustrious illumination indicating ideas...

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A recent visit to an eclectic museum trying to achieve many things in a small space. Unintentionally presented in the style of a lucid dream. Harps through the ages (with audio), a collection of children's...

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I
Bread has an everyday demanding presence, not daily dough
But daily fare across the miles, across ancient ways and wonders
Built by bread in bellies of slaves and laborers: pyramids and others

II
These days, when I say bread,...

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Sedge grass, unwanted there, 


it terrorized my uncle's garden, 


blemishing the neatly ordered rows 


of cauliflower and cabbage, 


tomatoes, beans and beets. 





He would till from dawn to dusk, 


his angled back at odds with...

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Sedge grass, unwanted there, 
it terrorized my uncle's garden, 
blemishing the neatly ordered rows 
of cauliflower and cabbage, 
tomatoes, beans and beets. 

He would till from dawn to dusk, 
his angled back at odds with...

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Sedge grass, unwanted there,
it terrorized my uncle's garden,
blemishing the neatly ordered rows
of cauliflower and cabbage, 
tomatoes, beans and beets.
He would till from dawn to dusk,
his angled back at odds with the 
concision of his spade;
his...

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In a moment
Of ordinariness,
As we stroll down
The grocery store aisle
I feel a tap
On my hip
And turn to see
You smiling,
Your hand outstretched
To hold mine.

And as I take
Your hand in mine
I smile to think of
Another moment
Long, long...

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REFLECTED LIGHT
a  flutter of excitement
  where ordinariness
is enlarged
in
a
benevolent interlude
uncompromising
yet extensive
thoughtful
timeless
a  bucolic bourgeoisie
so indecisive
in its
muted  moment sits

a  contrast  pitched
then  juxtaposed
in
a birds eye view
     so understated
in  abbreviated silhouette
shimmering
  as
    an ode to life

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus...

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I wanted to be different, that much I wanted! And there I am, the very same, plain, normal non-magic. I am ashamed. Stupid shameful and bitter. I wanted to be different but I was a...

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when you see tragedy
man wedding another man
do not laugh or get angry
when you hear comedy
girl wedding another girl
do not laugh or get angry
May be its an inverse growth
trigonometric error it could be
it’s probably evolution symptom
humanity...

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It was not the ordinariness.
The pain of rejection. One
night  my lips touched
the lips of moon, to soak the
grief. Do not want to cross-
the threshold of guilts, like
burnished armor
taking the law into my own hands.

Waiting...

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