Long Otiose Poems

Nested like treasures priceless, eagle parents watch over the brood
On an island far away from the city, I beheld in a vision of azure blue
A rural settlement in waste laying, arid with black bile
A desolate,...

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When 
our 
stories 
shall 
be 
told 
and 
our 
chronicles 
opened:sad 
empty 
tales. 
Who 
will 
not 
spit 
and 
denounce 
such 
shameful 
tales?, 
what 
eye 
shall 
prode 
on 
it 
without 
reeling 
a 
curse.    ...

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I feel a nauseating revulsion to see scraps of prose
Bundled together in a neatened pile in the name of poetry,
And prizes being awarded for such otiose verbiage
And praises being heaped for such boring coquetry.

Poetry, my...

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A million thoughts run through my head,
A thousand words i wished i had said, 
A hundred lines i should have read,
So many things left unfinished, 
Life taken never to be replenished, 
An unlikely angel in...

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Constrained by the sober exercise of judgment,
And dignified by deliberation and privacy.
I yanked my soul out of its secret chamber, 
And held it to the mirror of my eye.

To see it like a star or...

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In the hollowed hush of heaven the whisper of a soul 
and in the lit up room of stars an angel's karmic face   
Two feathered wings aloft deliverance her goal 
while one is...

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Regardless of my mother's death,
One hope, obduracy, and words otiose breath

The wheels of progress never stop turning
The times shift, and my sad heart is yearning

The world continues to burst forth in beauty
To regain faith, one...

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Painstaking plumes of surest gait
To wield diamond steel over fate;
With slow pair of wit-guarded lips,
As otiose words sway great ships. 

Invincible flair and exacting knack
To stand out from the frothy pack;
Ochred with all blue-penciled skill,
For...

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Forgive if I borrow, write and craft some sorrow
Beg and steal, I give you this now and tomorrow
Pen me under stars, pit me against the best
I'll write you a sonnet, put your heart to the...

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Hollow odes lament where waves crash depthless

Oh! How ocean lacking light spills woe so!

Lackluster grays wail unkempt longingness

Lone stander bleeds the dreams of times ago

  

 O'er the screaming wind, a seagull's bleak cries

weeps...

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Do I Walk or I Walk Me?


Suddenly I stopped
inspired by a questioning thought;
am I walking or I’m walking me?
Am I a becoming or a being?
The whole system called I or he or she
is a cosmic...

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