Long Overlay Poems

Thoughts can be thin fractures in the order of things.
Sometimes my dorm room seems a sterile sarcophagus, like an accusation, or an interrogation about my romantic choices, with nothing warm or inviting there. Sometimes I’ve...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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Hanging pictures today February 5th, 2021 with the missus...
(in an attempt to cover up (overlay) fruit fly waste byproduct)

At four feet eleven (fifty nine inches),
the spouse longitudinally challenged
hence she browbeats her husband,
(who only stands five...

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My eyelids are taut to their limit,..  I've blinked none. I lay half submerged on
the surface of lustrous glass, girded within withering arms of trees. 
Earlier I could feel the cold and placid liquid...

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My eyelids are taut to their limit,..  I've blinked none. I lay half submerged on
the surface of lustrous glass, girded within withering arms of trees. 
Earlier I could feel the cold and placid liquid...

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Joyce K

There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and...

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and lastly I'd like to thank my agent
Shifty Placard unkempt as they come
nutty as squirrel cheeks at the Ritz
a little like Santa Claus and Nero
Shifty made me walk the line
between the rolling green hills of...

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Who Do You Think I Am?

Do you think I'm disabled?
With known problems, a member of the gang; 
Or do you think I'm a nerd, 
With my computer always switched on?
Do you think I'm a geek?
With...

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From its pillowy overlay, the Sun emerges
Bright saturized yellow, ultraviolet rays,
Enough to burn and blind and sting,
glances down on mankind,
To see what they got up to during the night.

      ...

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang,...

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I did not believe in love at first sight
its illogical at best
but faced with how I felt that day
and your memories now to overlay
It's clear that love at first sight has stood the test

I saw...

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         She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction, 
fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses-
her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once
in candle...

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This poem was written alongside the painting Pentimento by Sally Storch.

I absorbed the image, beyond the capture -
        it soaked into my throat 
   saturated, became...

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Spring

S. Starting of the new season, all new life begins to grow
P. Preparing for mother nature’s new growth, her embryo 
R. Reaping and sowing of a new essence from colder ends
I. In flies a robin...

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Traveling across a countryfied road.
Large hollows furbished of  loose
pebbles and twisted roots ascend
from a prominent blue spruce.

Rotting posts, a barbed wired
fence, and pair of Mustangs
racing 'cross a
green pasture toward 
ole' woebegone stable,
as  a...

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The dance of falling in love

I did not believe in love at first sight
its illogical at best
but faced with how I felt that day
and your memories now to overlay
It's clear that love at first sight...

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. . . = . . . + . - . """
Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune...

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Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune into remarks made by flying bull carriers. When accompanying a large...

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It always starts the same
a fairy tale
first child
second child
It
you didn't even want to see him
let alone give a name
I did
you vanished
sleepless nights submersed in days
hours became a battlefield
we stood against over 20 armies
they had a...

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Summer to fall,
No other transition
Is quite so compelling,
So thrilling,
So enchanting,

The sunlight shines golden
In the late afternoon,
Illuminating the leaves of trees,
Some of which reveal gentle hues
Of red, orange, and yellow,

The sun spreads its warmth
Like an infant...

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PAIN AND LONGING 


Reluctant wood lay
marbled down His spine
as His passion extracted
His strength in diamond 
drops daggered 
my hip pain a micro
misplay of that which 
nailed His truth : 
Our bodies messages 
carrying might and...

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Vanishing varnish kindly stood the test of
time in sweet and salty impermanence

A boat shed overgrown and faded into
significance of messages and meaning
of rays and days going by and moving on

And nights of course with moon...

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I knew a friend of mine who was in love
Love that was real, without doubt, and fear
A wall of trust which was unbreakable 
And an overlay of feelings, uncontrollable

Her presence was always his favourite delight
He...

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she was my sagacity-
the one who eased my 
troublesome culpability

yes, it was her-
                   (the one)
now a fragmented...

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