Long Pencilled Poems

     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes...

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[R-F] = Roundling facsimile
[H-Z] = Human: Zenaide
[G-G] = Gaia-Google - Earth's world-wide internet mind


Dr. Zenaide Arnau, team leader of L 4 investigation
U.N. assignment to Space Station 1
supported by logicians, technicians, physicists and geneticists
unsure why assignment...

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Troop ships loading, crowded docks
Mums and sisters waving off
Go with keepsakes, golden locks
Some men hug while many doff

Eric, soldier single stands
Beryl, lonesome widow cares
Many kissing holding hands
Eric stands and Beryl dares

Bump the soldier, make excuse
Apologizing...

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Please don't make your lines too long ,
As my eyes don't travel well . ( Note to self make opticians appointment )
And remember long poems,
They really aren't your friend .

And punctuation is the cornerstone ...

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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
  encasing stars in honeydew of  h e a l...

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At this dawn of "bon voyage", 
after million escapades of 
blindfolded fate, I'm trespassing
through the pirouetting pigments 
of fading frolics and 
windsurfing towards rose-oiled 
beams of glossy sun as its 
gossamer grandiose has 
finally enveloped...

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Oh sail this ship on holy water
Let storms be gone today
For the voice of life seeks a tender heart
Away from these fields of despair
A soldier needs God to recognise me

This letter of life, this beacon...

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All words and wonder, wobbling copper green
Foam and guano floating 
In the sea cave’s lee
A flock of gannets raucous on a rocky pile
And the ever-growing echo as the men came by
Climbed from the boat 
And...

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To hell harbinger, niggling winsome words,
has grasped the devil's share, for menhir size
Has pencilled in his own and crossing swords-
It errant's change which seeks the high rewards.

As such they'd yammer the athiest priest
Prepare to skewer...

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To walk in dreams
upon this vale of illusion.
Each footstep of your being
crossing the labyrinth 
of a shy but guilty soul.

Sleep can be your witness
As Galaxies collide creating life
for we all belong to infinity.
That place beyond...

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I cling to reveries of youth, the tender
Sentiment of plucking words from summers' root,
That in my journal hours when the red skies 
Are aglow, the phrases extend long as
Straw. I burn language  the way...

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Standing up the easel and putting on a scrap piece of paper,
the person with grey eyes and olive skin blinked
aimlessly at the new found lay out of the untouched page.
A smile was not apparent on...

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Tan leather boots with fancy stitching
Butterscotch vest with pencilled fringe
Polished black Stetson size eight and three quarters
Faded denim shirt with copper snaps
Silver oversized belt buckle that shouts rodeo
Deep gravelly voice with cigar precision
A pronounced limp...

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Broken,
shattered frescoes,
faded with time,
dimmed in memories,
of artists,
long buried and gone,
paints chipping in all places,
and edges shorn,
this is what time had to do,
and it had done,
they still recalled,
the days of toil,
spent in getting ideas honed,
mind ached...

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They were in her mind,
She pencilled them in her heart,
They came forth from her,
Asimov’s children, 
She bore them,
One after other came forth,
Generation after generation,
They were transformed,
There was a transition,
 Artificial intelligence hit the
 the crescendo...

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Try leave behind "Book Of The Week"
And head upstairs where floorboards creak.

Where people tilt their heads to look
At every spine on every book.

Where murderers and secret lovers
Plot and scheme between the covers.

Where transport from another...

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This was inspired by an amazing drawing by Suzie

I thought I had drawn a pattern
From the image in my mind
But with no shape or form 
Or reason I could find

But then it started moving
With a...

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The moon appeared whole that night,
at rest, deep within your eyes,
unsure am I of the heavens now,

‘though musings of you stay.


Our lips became acquainted once,
fervour was in abundance,   
the season’s phase unrecalled,

‘though musings...

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