Long Peephole Poems

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, science...

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Dear people,
A true Voice speaks pure truth in two tones. 
      Real Ears can only hear one. 
Get one half of two true whole truths, 
    ...

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Filed under: Kids say and do the darnedest things


Little Man was a most curious child
Strange sounds in the night fascinated him
He would lay awake,
when he shoulda been asleep
And in the dark, those odd sounds
	would occasionally...

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‘tap, tap, tap’

your petite knuckles
gently attacking my door -
I envision their French-painted nails
dancing in the shine of
the hallway light
like a row of bishops bowing to the Pope
(your sensual sacrilege)
I don’t make a sound
though my eye...

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as the Crystal Mariachis arpeggiate the morning
why do the mighty remain cruel
while we are manning the oars beneath them
they see a tidy world
where mommy wipes their butts
you got your allegory you got your metaphor
plowing the...

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Kaleidoscope Girl

She is made of glass 
of  broken pieces
And shattered fragments
She has jagged edges
That splintered my soul
She has wounded me
And my scars healed 
With drops of her sealed
Embedded forever

I shouldn’t have peered
Into the hole...

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Peeling Back the Bubble Wrap

Peeling back the bubble wrap on the ancient of days, 
Back to when Nixon was still presiding,
He, leading with paranoid deliberations, 
Sold his yeses to the Goldbricks, and the Mustard Men;
And...

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“It’s a terrible love 
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy

Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its...

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An infinite door of midnight blue;
glowing peephole that is the moon.
Dare I look before turned to dust?
Yes, dear friend, I surely must.

In the midst, a city of finest gold,
large as the earth; immense and bold.
Quoins...

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Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed

Who's there? 
The Sun looks down
The Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads in delight.. 
But the Cascade continue to flow__ like an indifferent Bee

Knock___ knock___ Knock!...

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Morning light shimmers
Floating dust welcome;
Excited salutation


World awakes
Noisy traffic;
Rush of work day


Knock on the door
Peephole lookout;
Real estate agent


Morning cuppa
Fortified supplements;
Health insurance


Bamboo trees
Walkway sentinels;
Windy voices hum


Old plumeria tree
Speaks in vivid colours;
Reds, yellows, whites bloom


Lift alarm screaming
Fire drill...

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When they couldn't sedate me
And needed to cut strips of flesh
From my eyelid, I heard the sizzle
Smelled the scalpel burning as it sliced
And glimpsed the steam rising
Through a peephole under the
Sterile towel tent covering my...

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Welcome signs spreads dah floor_
And here I stand just before.
There’s Happy people inside therein_
It's soon to open_ don't know when.

Peeping through dah peephole
waving to dah crowd_
doing my best_ not ta get loud.

I keep-a ringing dah...

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Upon eve, in the morning of spring, I witnessed the waltz of Mother Nature through the 
shaded evergreens. 

An apparition, personification of my daydreams, she did a ritual dance on bare-feet, while, I 
stooped down...

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Kiss of Judas, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le Baiser de Judas by T. Wignesan

In our century where one sells father and mother
Husband his wife and wife her husband
And who doesn’t with ease dispose the only...

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.Y r men dog if women cnt be *****es
Y r women hoes if men also out here gettin it
Y do we fite wit guns instead of hands
Y do lil niggaz get guns n think dey...

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Darkness surrounds me, completely shrouded, 
Thinking and movements totally clouded
Try to run but my legs go weak
I hear movement, the stairs creak
Hidden behind a cupboard, crouched on the floor
I reflect how it started, with an...

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Gone fishin' in a pool of bloody limbs,

With a skipping boat made of salmon's jello,

Unable to hold, I've been washed down a chute of ooze.

Springing into a mattress of milk-flavored syrup,

I like to imagine myself...

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This room with soiled carpet 
and peeling paint,
its a mess like our lives,
but its what we give to each other.

She is naked 
and I can't stand against it,
the wisdom of her velvet skin,
the passion of...

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West Saint John has many ghosts,
As many ghosts as people.
They move in mist where shadows twist,
And scrutinize church steeples.

Martello Tower proudly sits
Upon the Carleton Heights.
A cavalcade of ghosts parade
Like Moses' Israelites.

Basil Hamilton will swear:
"There's no...

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On life’s doorstep we stand alone
At its mercy like an abundant orphan
Frantic yanks on the lock and chain
To escape our fear of the unknown

On life’s doorstep there’s no welcome home mat 
Desperate bare knuckled knocks...

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THEIR OUT IN THE STREETS SHOOTING GUNS LIKE THEIR JESSE JAMES
BULLETS FLYING EVERYWHERE HITTING DIFFERENT PLACES
LITTLE CHILDREN RUNNING SQURRY SCARED OUT THEIR MIND
PARENTS RUNNING AFTER THEM TRYING TO PROTECT THEM
GANG HAVE TAKEN OVER OUR NEIGHBORHOODS
AND...

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I find that if I cut a lens-size hole
in a cardboard box then place that box
over my head
at night,
the stars form new constellations;
strangely, they can jump time and space
to shine within my eyes.

I find that...

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A feeble old woman lives down the hall,
we chat on occasion.
I indulge her constant kvetching of youthful occupants invasion,
since this erstwhile hotel's trendy loft conversion.

Crook'd finger and conspiratory whisper
lure me to door ajar.
She tells of...

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I was born through that bloody door
Through my mother’s womb, I saw the gloam 
I was once two, expelled as one
I’m now on the flip side of the portal

Into life, the door closed behind me
I...

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