Long Pastels Poems

One day not so long ago 
I walked
Never alone
For the world 
Is always my home

It was a late
Spring snow
Yet I felt
Invisible red roses
Offering sweetest perfume
To my nose and soul

There’s such warmth 
In snow-filled winter
No bitterness
No...

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I ran out of breath on the road to Mumbai ...

    Not for sake of dust or smog or even health. I had rounded a curve on
    my motorcycle,...

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Spring's Excitement
There are rhythms of Nature that no one controls
that farms use to advantage! Time's fishermen sailed
both with tides and fair breezes offshore in their boats
at each dawn and dusk's onshore brought home each day's...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs...

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“Let my heart be still a moment and let this mystery explore”  
                     ...

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Lipstick Girls
                 By Stark Hunter and D Lee

1.	“When the Lipstick Girls Walk By”

You can push and shove your way,
Past...

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Headstrong, with an ageless broken heart,
I erased the memories of childhood,
And painted them back in frail colors, blushing pinks,
Pastels like jewels fading from my trembling fingers,
Imagining a dream where there had only been fantasies,
Brilliant fantasies...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film,       
 veiling v i n...

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Each day I wake as if I hold a sable brush in my hand
ready to paint upon a canvas what cannot be planned.
Or a pen to write about fantasies and adventures I find
in playground of...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU V

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

A cat in heat
can't catch a mouse? —
pathetic! 
—Kinpu, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

It's getting to the point
of sucking on...

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The crowd crushed ruthlessly to the exit when darkness had fallen into disrepair

Made way through a tunnel of gloom and abandoned him and his sunken feeling

‘Better to stay clear of his sadness it might be...

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“And I remember Muscatine -still more pleasantly  - for its summer sunset. I have never seen any on either side of the ocean that equaled them.”  Samuel Clemens in his younger years when...

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The Master Artist Pt 1  --Pt 2--the ending, is the next posting

The artist’s tray was loaded with colors, each pastel waiting for its turn:
Hues of indigo blues lie impatiently, sparks of carmine seemed to...

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Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,

Twinkle 
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El       
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell     ...

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Sleep eludes me, my thoughts engulf me...
   The room is quiet....
    I hear a branch outside my window, scratch the glass, in winter's wind
      ...

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T i m e stops for no one,
as searing seconds swerve
through seasonal squalls,
thawing frost that sleeps upon
the necks of onyx roses,
where pain is etched in skeletal sins~
across pruned plumes,
fleeting through amethyst air, 
merged in changing...

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Muted blue, trembling – a bruise
Over the heavens, smokey expressions
Hope, hesitant and bleeding light into the music,
Notes, both gentle and creative – wise
Like the melodious breath of a soul whose v o i c e
Speaks...

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I thought for a long time

to try and do something right

(in your eyes)

I've taken the blows

and the comparatives 

of every beauty you know



You love me, you loathe me,

I'm evil and detestable

You take me to my...

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The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things. ~ Hans Christian Anderson

In the aching of a silent tear,
Soaking through laughter’s voice,
Gentling the darkness, the...

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painted my fingernails
  lips, eyes, cheeks
          with dark
lovely pink
went out on the town
purse, shoes, belt
   had hues and shades
of pink and of brown
spritz...

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*** Pulled from the Mist *
   What Creating Art Is About*

(For Debbie Harding)

She gasped with an awe of nature,
Walking on a lone trail 
   to its end in the dense

Forest —...

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Or are we included all along, just not privy to the. 
      visibilty path of our fog laden destinations, looking. 
      long.
   ...

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“Time is a gift that most of us take for granted. We get caught up in our daily lives and rarely take the time to appreciate the simple wonders around us.”
    ...

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Amassed in flamboyant Azalea blooms when my garden is free of the cold.
Bird of Paradise, dressed in purple and orange,  wear their colors so bold.
Crocus bloom when the mounds of snow finally melt and...

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