Long Paramours Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss
Collaboration with Kurt Ravidas

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous rage and great...

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Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss 
Collaboration with Robert J. Lindley 

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous...

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The sound of a piano playing a dirge lies in the air. It was the day before general quarantine measures were implemented by the Austrian government. That same night, for the first time in recent...

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Circa sixty one years ago July 6th, 2001 -
birth of dear beloved wife

We now get along swimmingly
analogous to this bro and his older sis
on the cusp of our gifted silver married years
if her presence absent,...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that skip
and crush off wet tongues to 
french kiss and swallow
all...

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Youthful temptress, aging oracle,
Nymph-like debacle, Gorgon spectacle,
Retreat from retribution’s precipice,
And a transient victory wrought by avarice,
To listen to a parable
Devoid of the empirical.

Several centuries ago in the land of the Saracen,
You were born to a...

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HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY

Her hand’s swan-like dance,
ivory shadow puppets
romance. Hungarian rhapsody.

The musician sans existence
as emotive fingers move
imaginary marionettes
with splendiferous precision.

Drama drops onto piano keys
occasionally taking a gentle stroll
then in sensuous sway, sashaying
like an exotic dancer. The musician

plucks...

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Every February fourteenth,
(reference Gregorian Calendar see
High Middle Ages his Saints' Day)
which combs thee
day after morrow aye decree

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
mine near one and same
mean mein near best buddy
donning Harris tweed plus sundry
other manifold couture to express...

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Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one
speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche 

decked out as armadillo
kicking up...

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Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one

speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche 
decked out as armadillo

kicking up...

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Irene....My Mother and I.

I cannot believe I am her daughter!
She always dressed in the very best taste.
Very little jewelry, conservative
dresses, no slacks, are you kidding?
A white-gloved perfect lady,she.

Hats she wore yes, exquisite ones.
Never a babushka...

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'Pon gleaning lasses,
     and sir really not alright
not "FAKE" lads
     grievousness doth bite
Love's Labour's
     (Romeo and Juliet)
     Lost sequel...

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IF ever I had a country : XLVIII - XLIX

			XLVIII

If ever I had even on a rocky wayward moon of a gaseous planet a country
And if ever through successive assassinations of previous party cronies I...

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(The Traveler) known far and wide as the “Cowboy” had become quite (Disenchanted) after 
reading Rhonda’s (Communiqué!) He felt as though the (Weight of the World) was unfairly 
placed on his shoulders. He was outraged!...

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"Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled"

I could write something beautiful for you,
like outside the windows
the raindrops slide off tips of green leaves
there are tears like pearldrops falling
onto moist lips like ripe rosebuds 
hints...

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IN YOUR YOUTH YOU FAILED THE TEMPTRESS TEST 
WITH UNRESTRAINED HASTE YOU WASH YOURSELF 
PAINT YOUR EYES; FIRST THE RIGHT, THEN THE LEFT 
AND DECKED YOURSELF WITH ORNAMENTS 
IN HIDE YOU CONCEAL MARVELLOUS ELEMENTS 
BUT...

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by Mark Miller 
08/20/2017
Alone, longing for belonging other than the countenance presence of the daily shape-shift vagabond
Who seems morbidly obsessed in search of his past missing remembrance. I tell him everyday it is nostalgia which...

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The darkness falls draping the world in velvet shadow,
as across Heaven, the shooting star sprinkles magic dust
upon the sleeping dreamers.

The winking stars aglow, she walks the path to the grassy hill,
careful not to disturb the...

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I write of paradox,
the catalyst of mystery
to flood the desiccated corpus of romance.
I write of stark obsidian
to dress the silver of the night.
I write of wild things
racing on the edge of everyday,
creators of imagining,
progenitors of...

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YOU'RE STRANGELY FOND OF GLOOM, 
LIKE DRACULA LOVIN' THE DARK. 
AND YOU BRING ABOUT DOOM, 
LIKE A HUNGRY KILLER SHARK. 
YOU'RE AFRAID OF BEING KNOWN, 
IN THE OPEN WORLD. 
YET YOUR EMOTIONS ARE SHOWN 
LIKE...

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The pain of virgin asphalt in a desert,
  poignant goodbye notes on bolted doors,
silent lips in senseless chorus lines,
  receding backs of leaving paramours.
Chilling snows upon the mountain peaks,
  the closing eyes...

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What a treacherous road true love can take
for paramours eager to taste desire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.

For Water and Fire, passion meant heartbreak.
Intimacy for them could never transpire.
What a treacherous road true...

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   "Melting Pot"

in passionate promenade'
a steamy melting pot invites
two sultry silhouettes
into labyrinth lovelight
beneath the searing sunrise
emoting a sonata as
sizzle emanates.

heat ascends from 
crimson sheets of satin
invigorating pulses of
intimate paramours
excited by forbidden fruit
evoking a...

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