Long Penciled Poems

Here's the deal, folks...

This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece, like several of my story-pieces, had to be posted in 2 parts....

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Flings and wings and rings rejected…
 Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…
“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, adore or pay me mind”

Penciled lines drew cruel conclusions
mocking mirror’s cracked illusions…
Sometimes, in time, I hang awhile,...

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I was young when I realized my mom was different,
Different from me at least, for sometimes 
She would draw or paint and miracles would happen.
Her penciled or charcoaled strokes on paper projecting life
Into two dimensions,...

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next...

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On my straw-like comfort,
With smudges just beneath the lids.
Dawn engulfing, still going forth
While the wind’s strength dwindles in its bid.
My ears muffled up to its opening
As musical sensations tingle it.
Same it did from a kit,...

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Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable 
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape 
Administer discipline with compassion entangled

Potential beckons infant innately...

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He is my favorite artist believe it big JOHN BUSCEMA- -


He’s my favorite
He is my favorite, artist
None of you could believe it;
He draws women like a dream and…
His name is John Buscema

Pictures drawn not written
Discussing...

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I must say a bewildered chill ran down my back
When I learned the gigantic billions you throw to charity,
A big heart that only the heavens could endow,
That resonates with a compassion for those in depravity
And...

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TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

I’m giving up, can’t take no more, I’ve reached the final straw,
How do you find a flamin’ job when you’ve turned fifty-four,
I’ve knocked on nigh a thousand doors and trudged a...

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Much better places

It hides from the moon light
beneath the brush and thistle
of a desolate landscape of patchwork failures,
appearing one more time seething,
slicing open old wounds once healed,
blood thirsty appetites favored

Slick but imaginatively unkempt,
disguised as someone...

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You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question.
In your bed, under cover, you become a distracted lover.
In your heart of emotion, say -- am I your slightest notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled,...

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The team is still the only one in the league the right fielder is insane he sweats 
into the glove he bought for first...

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And it's black
There is a wave runnings of the White Snake 
The serpent flaming White Red Hots 
Stencils penciled in steep smoke rises up 
in the atmosphere over and beyond the mountainous hills
 Gathering molding...

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I  set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter ,i paint a photo 
To vision my pictures
My vision has lost it way to my tongue
I speak what I see,visualise or better yet picture
My vision set...

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Angry clouds were above
Displaying hatred not love 
With an angry growl 
Came a heavenly howl 
There are energy impulses 
Crackling lights dished out in doses 
Joined the powerful teaming downpour  
Angels sending a message...

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One or two of us
Were home on leave;
For the rest of us,
Christmas came by mail.

Our callsign: Gunslingers.
Our Military Transition Team
Was embedded with 
The "Triple Deuce" Iraqi Infantry,

For a year our home
Was LSA Diamondback
Mosul, Nineveh province,
In...

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Rushing through each day, as if I had not a care,
head long toward the sun screaming, "catch me if you dare."
Dripping drabs of liquid sunshine burn my deft eye.

While seeking answers to the question, why,...

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To take the "standard deduction"
means throwing away every gift to goodwill
It means that you never spent hundreds on glasses
or saved your receipts from each blue little pill
It means that the trip that you took late...

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This book I bought today
about great poets of the modern way
with its penciled price cornered at
top of the first page

Only 2 dollars and looking pretty near to brand new
with glossy thick pages heavy and oversized
unbroken...

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I remember when I wrapped it carefully--
put it away, and those who led me into life
could rest until I call them forth into
a resurrected day.

Now the package lies in that old bureau drawer,
undisturbed through seven...

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Christmas bells, can you hear them ringing?
all night long, carolers singing.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!

Penciled out, is the last day,
so today, it’s the right day.
And sleep seeds dreams,
with...

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Count First

So you're too cool to finish up high school.
consider that no one will hire a fool.
Count first.

You might be fine with selling fries and burgers.
Take some classes, sell some bigger orders.
Count first.

Before you cut...

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The snow on the ground is aglow at midnight

A sheet of moonlight

Like a sketchpad with shadows
Stretched from tree limbs furiously penciled in,
A speakeasy dance floor from the 1920s
Mobbed and sashaying,
Doing the jitterbug,

With black arms and...

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Scented mornings become a spill of bedlam
While her soul sweeps away stagnant rainbows
Sunset skies shower tears of filth
Ever-changing from warm to gray
Laying oceans built from tears beneath memories
As she had it planned the night before...

Sadness...

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