Long Overgrowth Poems

It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself at a passionate spring
oozing its life gliding o'er its rocky...

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Ohh I could have sat with my heart 
--elevated with dribbled echoes-- 
ahhhhhh until it yet exhaled the tarnished seams 
capturing only the quiet current lapping
and soaking dirty steel embankment	
along the river’s edge beneath the...

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It was promising to be a cloudy grey day if things held up' still what can you expect in England in Janruary Tom reasoned, he was already considering how far behind he might be in...

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"There was a Great Silence"


There was a great silence in that place, a kind of peace,
you sensed them, the unseen removed, all around you,
yet, all the cacophony in the noise from that Other place
the unexpected...

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Now, unlike my usually trenchant literary librettos, i regale the unknown (tum me) reader for savoir faire articulation, elocution, and indomitable tour de force proffered by spectrum of bounteous expropriated hegemony rightful to Mother Nature....

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Beyond an overgrowth of weeds, I see
a house with faded paint. It beckons me.
Victorian, its windows are like eyes
that hypnotize, and soon I find myself
there at its door. I tentatively knock.
Though knowing nobody will come...

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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With...

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This morass of a quagmire beleagured unfaithful
bestowment of gifts so easily annulled,
confined spaces of opinionated biased
blown out of proportion like bubbles of miasma...

Wedge issues continue to split like firewood
high temperature attitudes inducing the mood,
court jesters...

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Overflow of the waters of Lake Itaska
You carry your wealth to the waiting world, 
Mighty Mississippi, half savior, half sewer, 
Plant and animal wastes, dissolved minerals, 
Venting prairie deluge, dividing a Nation, 
Exposed aquifer of...

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If the wind could just strike its wand
and bring my wishes for you, day by day
through its wings, through its force
through its strength, through its sounds
to part your hair slightly
to hush your teary cheeks
to flutter...

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I'll Never Forget The Beautiful Swan

                             ...

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In a quaint lovely little garden
Tended to by only a few keepers
Was a quiet cozy little corner
Perfect for nappy dreamy sleepers
There exists a fountain 
That has long since stopped it’s flow
And now it is an...

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The old ice house is where it happened
The old ice house where cold still grows
We ventured down the hidden old footpath
By the stream where now only the ducks go

A dare to see past the old...

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consider that you have discovered a place that was once
a exotic place for the rich and famous of the world which
is in utter overgrowth of scattered blocks of fireplace
blocks and cinder.  a rather ghostly...

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At the edge of the old cemetery,
I found an unkept grave.
It was though the person interned there, 
Had a soul no one could save.

Her tombstone contained two dates 
That showed the term of her long...

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Dreams Forever Awake
                 by Odin Roark

A father dreams of getting it right finally
succumbs to sweat drenched nightmares

Somewhere
he stumbles about
to...

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DANDY        DANDELIONS 

Joy springs sudden and without talk
From the simplest of childish roots.
Homebound from work to metro along city walk
I saw  today on one of my regular...

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This was the road he took
Despite the light strewn of leaf
I can tell
The wind has not disturbed his footsteps a lot
He has left for us a trail of grief
And destiny hanging between earth and hell.
I...

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As we have a crisis at our southern border at home, with drug smugglers, human traffickers and an invasion of violators of the law,
There is hatred boiling over, directed at the lawful citizens, with less...

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In the moldering courtyard I linger awhile
Among ancient arches, in the old Spanish style
Revealed are sad stories...these etched stones hide
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!

The marble fountain would murmur here
Above the doorway, vines...

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That one lost their tongue
somewhere along the way
long ago, the sound,
doesn’t come out the same
anymore, so they roll it up 
like a carpet containing 
a nakedly dead body
of blunt words 
like unplucked violins
untuned to how...

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If you hold the key
The chamber of my heart
May be what you seek
But warn you I should
It is not what you expect
But you will see
You will see

A thick door covered in locks
One key could unlock...

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the fates surround me
like i'm part of someone else's destiny
sporadic, spacial, evenly scarred
what am i so afraid of?
a tear in the heart
and a slit to the veins
evenly remorseless
evenly scathed
condescending overhead
has gone underway
if you could have...

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When it dawns, when the sun smiles
When the hills arise and stretch
When the cuckoo sings over my window
My dear friend I think of you.
When drops of rain patter over my sill
When drops of golden sunshine...

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When it dawns, when the sun smiles
When the hills arise and stretch
When the cuckoo sings over my window
My dear friend I think of you.
When drops of rain patter over my sill
When drops of golden sunshine...

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