Long Parsed Poems

I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an...

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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to...

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(not that ye wondered, 
but simply tubby like totally tubularly clear
The Epic of Gilgamesh will not be extolled here).

Though thoroughly well mapped, parsed,
     scrutinized vibrant wonders zoom
plethora, sans newly discovered life...

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There, mustardseed scatter’d on firm cement
Frank’s sense all but gone as architect-
ural borders take shape: the cloister sports 
Blue-green algae tanks | engineer-BREW
  guard’d by python & html 
Biomedical men GIVE IT | in...

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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to...

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She has her moments 
of blissfully naked self-revelation 
entirely safe. Fear and doubt have no meaning 
her fullness and loveliness, grace and perfection 
beaming unhindered through infinite space 
absorbed in joy, reflected as love.

She falls...

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full of emotion
       pulsating
       brooding
       heaving
parsed
           by...

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beneath the screen’s unwavering eye
it scans the words where truths may lie
each line dissected parsed and weighed
a judgment rendered coldly made

this poem is not yours it claims
patterns match familiar frames
even those penned in years before
ai...

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Whence passed the verse of bitter love
The words of birds and trees that sing
To what age belongs the voice of muses sweet
How long since poet parsed a thing
A man could understand? a line that
Speaks emotions,...

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We spoke in semaphore of smirks,
A dialect of sideways quirks—
Our mouths full up with mirage and pun,
Unconscious artists come undone.

She, a flower in a field of noise,
Parsed our pose as preening boys—
Not cruel, but tuned...

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my forte and my downfall
elegant thoughts, parsed perfection
effortlessly strung, priceless pearls
tailored, fitted, mitered, alliterated
craftmanship evident to Medieval guilds
perhaps too literal, haloed, overly sincere
but you, with your scantily clad jargon
middling maudlin untold descriptions
how can posies exist
needing...

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Killin’ Time

Killin’ time...
Wasting time...
Whileing the
time away

postponing all til later
Best not to act in haste
see ya’ later alligator
I’ve all the time 
In the world to waste

Til one day…’later’ arrived
contrite and with hat in it’s hand`
My cavalier...

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I woke again to fight a war, the
same as yesterday. Plastic shield
met blood-stained boot in blistered

feet of tattered youth. Ideals ran 
amok at dawn then parsed the 
evening’s jagged light when night 

shoes danced with...

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