Long Paragons Poems

"a long walk to reach my destination. 
                           ...

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I love women who gracefully dance
And sweetly sing; and women who 
Avidly read and who brilliantly think;
I love women who love to love—

And who despise to hate—and who 
Receive and give of themselves, as well....

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"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity. Madame Bovary is considered Flaubert’s masterpiece, and, according to some,...

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Exiting highway 101 again....
Past Pacific Heights, to the Marina districts boulavard
Circling back towards the Palace of Fine Arts
An escape, after leaving the Tenderloins gentrificational neighborhoods
In the lines of questions; as I now gaze upon the...

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Soft music playing within the background

Slowly brushing the stubble upon my chin

While sitting beneath the reflection of the neon lights

Colorful images broken amid the rippling of the fountains waters

As the constellations quietly make their way...

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The THIRUK-KURAL highlights the role of the AMBASSADOR* as the King's Messenger-SPY: THUUTHU, Canto 69

[*THUUTHU in Tamil translates as ENVOY and principally connotes variously as: "messenger", "message", "ambassador", "embassy" and "SPY" (little wonder, today, we...

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great expectations
anticipated in the 
poetic heart 
Havisham delivered
all and more for love, 
a separate unseen thief, 
tore the others’ worlds apart

webs like ectoplasm
from underneath a rock
scurrying swiftly out of sight
wrapped tight around a child
dressed in...

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Character.

That's where the biggest measurements,
truest tests of worth
should lie.

And yet, 'tis not so.

Sometimes, mostly, I believe
that it's indeed enough.
That being a good man
is enough to keep me afloat.

Sometimes, rarely, . . . 
I don't.

How many...

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Deep breath
          Let it out, carry the blight
                  ...

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"If in the manner of men, I have fought with beast at Ephesus,
What advantage is it unto me? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die...."...

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"If in the manner of men I have fought with beast at Ephesus
what is it unto myself? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
drink and be merry for, tomorrow we shall die...." ~...

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"If in the manner of men, I have fought with beast at Ephesus,
What advantage is it unto me? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die...."...

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"If in the manner of men, I have fought with beast at Ephesus,
What advantage is it unto me? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die...."...

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I have asked myself time and time again....

If I could write the most beautiful of words

Within the most alluring and colorful of ways

The pinnacles of splendid and eloquently written verse

Amid the highest echelons of majestical...

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In every man's dearest thoughts,
in his true and deepest self, this one thing draws breath.
In some, it blazes like a roaring flame,
indelible, unquenchable;
in others, the beast slumbers, mighty but patient -
biding its time for the...

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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic...

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To The Lady Of Shallot 
The gallent woman of love 
You're a beloved dove; 
Enticed by a glamorous knight 
Left the tower to get his sight; 
Immortal love faded away 
Among the wispen willows faraway;...

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Bonafide 

I am the poet 
The sinner 
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard 
Mourned silently, whimpered alone   
Died unnoticed 
Never reborn 

I am the poet 
The mad
The raving 
Who jotted down the feelings,...

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Bonafide 

I am the poet 
The sinner 
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard 
Mourned silently, whimpered alone   
Died unnoticed 
Never reborn 

I am the poet 
The mad
The raving 
Who jotted down the feelings,...

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I stand here, grateful to God for calling me to be a teacher
enabled to be a life-builder by His grace and love
blessed to help shape grand future with His might
privileged to lead toward enlightenment by...

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Persuasion's possessive verses
'midst absolute poetic madness
surrendered in rhapsodic poesy,
poets are a tidy sum of quirky &
care zilch of external perceptions,
content to breathe 'round seduction
and unicorns' phantasmagoria
insomuch nonsense amid candor,
directionless winds 'neath allegory
'pon posies and dragon's...

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Weedy Eschatology

By Mark D. Stucky
The aging street mourns its faded splendor.
It remembers having red tulips and roses
in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns
in community yards lining its borders.
But neighborhoods gradually decayed,
and nobody’s planted flowers in years.
The asphalt’s...

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Magical glittering tin soldiers joyfully marching across resurrections big sreen ~

Adorned anew within these sweeping sentient hues of silver humanity; tete-a-tete....

Created beyond the faciled imagination of a childs spectacular, swaddled dreams

Sitting inside panoramas pristine theatres,...

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We commend you, beloved women*... grateful to God for your roles
Enabled as life-builders by His grace and love
Blessed to help shape grand future with His might
Privileged to lead toward enlightenment by His wisdom
Upheld to aid...

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So long,
So long has been his refrain
From sinful wrong,
Still his righteous paragons, now besieged in bane,
Are seemingly unable to fuel this honest man’s motionless train
His hands - only too close to the nearest chain.

So futile,
So...

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