Long Phased Poems

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Anulom Vilom Pranayam 

What is Anulom Vilom Pranayam?

Anulom Vilom Pranayam is the process of purification of our blood and nervous system with the help of a particular type...

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I see me, 
seeing me..
In the surface of a reflection...
I see the past, the present
And a future not yet mentioned.
Who am I on the opposite side
Of that reflection?
This man that lives and breathes
With all these...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
    from smooth syllables~ 
tackling chaotic currents 
with chamomile magic...

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My New Poem  A Discovery 
A Gift For Poetry Soup Members 

Today's Poem is a gift for all my friends on Poetry Soup. You may call it a Discovery or an innovation or...

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You speak in a circus of symbols.
Perfection's presentation, alluring with the fact.
Mystery of minds, riddles set to toil in rhythm...
Yes, that's what you are.

You bare diversity, and lustful lore within your smile.
The sincerity of the...

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 to the faceless 
   names I’ve phased, 
forgive the silent sunsets, 
    frozen in time, 
  and remember thin 
    cinnamon skylines, 
how ink carved...

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Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in rows queue,
as the loss of age cast their field of...

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To the common folk the life of a merchant may seem to be a dull and boring one.
But I declare it is not, it is a life full of many wondrous adventures.
For a young elf...

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On the grand stage of the world, under lights of dreams and flickering charm,
We dance our illusions, beneath arcs of sun and mysteries fashioned through dreams vast and warm.
Freedom, a chimera of thoughts and rustling...

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I can see them
Clouds of voracity
Covering my stars
Shadowing my reality

These civilized consciences
Have raped my protest
Have spun my web

I can no longer pacify
The tenacious circle of hate
That daily haunts me-
The deprived race
What is it I longed...

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So I was walking down Market Street
There's a guy in a suit, with a leotard over the shirt and trousers (but under the jacket) in 28 degree heat
His thing was dancing to Michael Jackson's back...

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When I was younger rap changed me, it was crazy, 
It made me act like nothin' phased me
That's why I was bakin' this pastry and tryna make it
It was amazing how I could listen to...

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In blackness,
 I hear forked tongues 
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic 
  ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends  
upon snow-speckled heart, 
and a murder of 
   crows can...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and forgive me for saying
that I hated the music grandpa’s record player was playing. 
It was from the forties as if I should be rumba swaying.
So I ran to the...

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Her mocking salutation in salute.
Sudsing down your brains drawingboard in a victoriously ill repute.
Nature's pendulum holds you in it's dungeoness pattern of holding, then you go down it's chute. 
Hell's guillotine greased, oiled,
sparkling it's grinning...

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Noise. 

Loud noise.

but it was not just noise, no, not to her.
It was the wild cries from the heavens, calling out to her, reassuring her that everything will be ok, that there is somebody out...

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Aren't you tired?


Tired?


The light, phased through and crawled on millions of tiny fingers; rather nail less fingers; with aimless digits, that had no base of palm and hold of arm. Just grasping, searching, scratching fingers....

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I'm trapped in a maze, surrounded by silent walls,
Vicious obstacles, and demons with violent calls
I trip and fall, but I gain the strength, and then I rise
Like holding hands with the Lord, and looking straight...

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I thrive on putting my emotions up for show so go ahead window shop I don't mind, maybe one day I'll draw the line instead of tracing how I should react, reminiscing on sin how...

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 “I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which.”
James A. Owen   

I am a midsummer storm, veiled in cerulean smiles, 
swirling above sangria seas~
enveloped in gracious glimmers of the unicorn sun,
where the...

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I am a 2 gig desktop computer in the 21st century,
A phone model that’s just been phased out,
How can I convince the youngsters that I also had my days?
I am a Tata Nano right in...

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When you live long enough
You learn the hard way
The only person loyal
Is the one in the glass
Reflection
You see each day
People there but all alone
It's all about what you do
They can ask for your last
But only...

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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic...

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It’s a milestone at least, chalk it up as a feat,
That your younger self never thought you could meet.
But how does it feel, this crossroads you face?
It’s a case of you got there, it’s no...

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Reflection

There has been more advance in the last hundred years
than in centuries. At first they seemed wondrous, a
miracle as they helped us in multiple ways and most
eased our lives to some degree or another.

Yet all...

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