Long Outpourings Poems

As I look back upon a terrific, exciting, and storied career,
I revisit the trove of golden memories, which I hold so dear.

Although some were bad, they have been predominantly sweet;
But the most striking one, still...

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Pray, ten years back,
I thought of myself as being a mere simple girl
Too humble to even wear some lipstick to go to work
As I did not want to seem to be that which I was;
A...

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Last Trains at the End of an Echo
by Sy Roth

The Conestoga wagons littered the wasteland with their spiny bones
            in search of the comfort...

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From Latin and ancient Greek, English derived three words:
    poesy is the creation, the art work of poetic composition.
    poem is the created, with beauty of language and expression.
...

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To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district...

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But for these two things,
My head would stop its imaginings,  
And the chance of a good nights sleep would not go begging.

To my views I am sticking,
In believing there may be a final reckoning
For...

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But then, how am I to say it ? Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Pero como decirtelo

(To those who are familiar with the Bhakti religious outpourings in the Hindu tradition, in 
certainly all the...

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To Grasp a Poets Heart


A Walk in The Forest    2       ( hope you don’t mind Michael )


To express the inexpressible
A poet dreams
Of such

To capture by turn...

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symbolism
   of the metaphysical
self-depreciating
                     &deep
in a voice
of consciousness
so
intense&compelling

memorable    
 ...

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Music and painting,
Singing and laughing,
Sharing, confiding,
And then illness came. 

Supporting, and silence,
Sharing and weeping,
Deflecting, defending,
Bridge building, not judging
And so friendship grew.

A keeper of secrets, 
The pig in the middle,
Outpourings and trustings, 
A dam nearly bursting
But...

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When I put pen to paper
To write in free verse or rhyme,
What I create is according to mood
The feelings I have at the time.

When I'm in tune with my inner self
I write from the level...

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Poetry

In poetry the words impart
where muse has touched a poet’s heart.
Not only those who speak in verse
but all who share in poet’s curse.

It matters not if words don’t rhyme
as long as each and every line
has...

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Do they still dig up bodies from
The killing Fields of Flanders,
Bones of those long ago 
Enticed and betrayed,
Lost generation, sold and
Slaughtered for no real cause.

Do they inter those bodies
Amongst the precise rows
Of immaculate graves,
Each topped...

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I write to you, my darling love,
emotions felt most tenderly;
I read anew the words you wrote
upon your latest scroll to me.
I keep them all together, love,
precious collection - all apart -
outpourings of the dream we...

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In truth we are not and yet our
turbid mind births the sincerest
trance, which somehow stifles laughter
of our heart, not quite aligned with
pulsations of love, until some
quirk of fate, brings to us deep pain,
whence we see...

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If we keep no score,
we’re at heaven's door,
holding in embrace,
outpourings of grace.

Purpose of earth life
is to be bliss rife,
sharing and caring;
love with love pairing.

Save coming undone
nothing need be done,
as the one light streams,
fulfilling our dreams.

As...

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Tremulous soil plays host to fleeing frightened fauna as
cacophonic outpourings shatter my serenity.

Whilst my delicate limbs shake in symphonic sympathy,
spluttering engines of destruction belch caustic black plumes,
burnished blades gouging vicious fissures in Mother's carpet.

Horrified, I...

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People tell me that I’m now a poet
I've still got a lot to learn and don’t I know it

I like to write with humour and wit
You may like my writes or think they are rubbish
(couldn’t...

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Voluble, vocal
He didn’t agree
She remained non-committal
He thought, “It’s so dull.”
As he wanted everything
In black and white
Too suddenly
Too quickly
His watch words
Transparency and openness
No roundabouts, no guess
Scared to offend
She tried to mend
Willy-nilly toed the line
Bringing a sparkle
And...

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Hemmed in within the boundaries of form,
I looked in wonderment at boundless space
and melding therein felt bliss stirrings warm,
rising from heart as outpourings of grace.

In time dissolved stillness, I stood thus still
and without any doing...

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Benign bliss burn

Here we go again,
dancing in the rain,
‘twixt dew drops of bliss,
where void and soul kiss.

How may we translate
the way nodes gyrate,
when grazed by love's touch,
without thought form crutch?

Rising from within,
bubbling on our skin,
divine...

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Love beckons, let’s take the plunge 
but first dark desires expunge,
lest cravings lead us astray
and our soul, we so betray.

If pure joy we wish to find, 
we must first rest lower mind,
rushing forward to embrace,
outpourings...

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I feel like I'm trying to lick a stone
Let's not say Easter Island - nothing weird
Not even Stone Henge
Non descript standing stones... faux history
There's not a lot to be gained 
Particularly as I'm not really...

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a world of dreams
         made manifest 
               imagination
 extolled 
eclectic  
surreal spectacles...

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Why does our heart resist
soft murmurings of love,
holding promise of bliss,
bringing to us rapture,
that leaves nothing amiss?

Why does our heart resist
to forgive the wayward,
who are yet to awake
and narrowly judging,
burning love at the stake?

Why does...

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