Long Phloem Poems

Ah at last camaraderie restored within the Oval Office!

Whew... now with president er... Chief
tenderloin hoof and mouth 
knick knack paddywhack shah row'n nah 
diseased Trumpen proletariat -
ever so..., (think huck Cain Abel) -

phloem with his...

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Hard bud felt so and slightly slippery,
As I lovingly palmed it along,
 firm tether it had to the stem not letting it budge,
The day and after and  days later,
It felt softer with innards growing...

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Who claims to understand the universe?
and which genius claims knowledge,
of secret mathematical code in a goat’s head,
probably used by the mysterious Originator,
to create the universe; and the one to destroy it?
What if each created being...

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You said you got my back
But when i turn around i see no one
You promised to make me special
But am feeling so cheap,damn am on special
You thought you love me perhaps 
But now am drinking...

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Waiting For The Sun

There is a fire in me that is too much for this world
Smoldering deep in the roots of my soul
Flames budding, their blossoms longing to unfurl 
Up xylem, down phloem, reciprocal control

Failure...

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In love with words- I'lyezette




Have always loved words,
that take over my emotions,
The muse flies swift as birds,
as pen sets ink in motion,

Deeper in thoughts I drown,
when no words come to my rescue,
Failure then paints frown,
awaits...

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What kind of erroneous stink drifts so heavily in this 5X5 home
We have constructed with mud and sticks
I sleep with feet piercing through the front/back door
The cicadas are nesting between my toes up to my...

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rest your toes on the tree

xylem and phloem flush away a bad week

syllables keep coming in threes

wonderment of Fibonacci

on the twenty first datilla

rest The Annunaki

spherical plateau of comfort

cosmic vanilla on the breeze

tickled palms by The...

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Senses are aware of a cavernousness, 
And of a stillness almost quietley abrupt..!

softness of light & air surround all, 
deft as breath as from a doves wing reposing

billows of liquid descending are as grains,
the seeds...

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Doing nothing, for no 
obvious reason, engaging 
the travails of self-watch, I do
not want to confront the propensity 
of withdrawl.

The elder pain blooms, again
like Ipomea. Will not stand the 
bright sun’s gaze, I will sail?
out...

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