Long Pictorial Poems

Leonardo more than a Renaissance man
artist? yes but - 
sculptor? yes but - 
musician? yes but - 
anatomist? yes but - 
cartographer? yes but - 
scientist? yes but - 
engineer? yes but - 
inventor? yes...

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It is time. Yes. It is time. Time for all time telling devices to climb up trees. The grandfather clocks can climb the oaks. The watches can climb the willows. The alarm clocks can climb...

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Taming a tropical topical tree? Taking a trunk? Telling a tailor? Traversing a tale? Many ideas. Much like the ideological dramas of a beach front. Wavelength of winds. Movements if the tides. Coconuts can jump...

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Dear Budding Poet:
Modern poetry is a sandbox for all who would build, smash, trash, shake up, and take up the art. Poetry is not writ, nor wrote, or written, but is hummed through the nose,...

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Two people cannot see the same way but they can teach
One another their ways. One gives up body and soul
To follow the flow of the historical woman until
He can close his eyes and glide through...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense! 

Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping...

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Back on the river, forward into the howl of the unknown, 
for three days Sergeant Floyd has been crippled by excruciating pain in his abdomen, 
as the only man here trained in internal medical matters...

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From whence we as human civilization
began and came into existence
Still very little do we actually know to
this day
As only a partial bit of our history is yet 
to be uncovered
And is then left up to...

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A poet is a minute caricature,                             ...

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MY LEFT RIB

The day thee were created 
A soul mate was made
Right from your left rib
She is your soul mate 
A soul full of affection 
Waiting for thy infection 
Affection plus infection 
To draw your...

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a walnut waltzing with a willow tree
A molecule is neither a destitute mop without a bucket house. Nor is it a seven acre field that is very cold due to having no grass. Even the...

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Allow my pen to expose mind’s folly
in the meantime, silly poetically
as I narrate of fictitious Xilly
whose pastime is cheering hilariously
while pondering meditatively
on natural phenomenon deeply
striving to explain them celestially
respecting facts scientifically
defying not Scriptures she trusts...

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Hazy pictures were displayed
Old oaken frames contained them
Hanging slight off kilter right
  The walls littered like leaves in autumn lawns
Grandma keeps glimpses of every leaf pile we made

Remember that Day?  Indepence Day, we...

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The cascading stream leaps skyward in spate of swirling ebullience 
over the dancing shadows of serenading trees swaying entranced. 
The crystalline drops of dainty dew draping the glinting grass tips, 
weave splendored lattice for me...

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the highest peak for me is the element of praise 

every disappointment is a gentle kiss from the most incandescent star 

my forward motion stays inspired by the truth within the divine uplifting 

to be...

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Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that...

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Agriculture now became widespread,
and meant that many more could be fed,
much time for many was now freed,
so towns grew larger, and so the need,
for new things that now could be made,
so with food surplus, came...

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On childhood memory adrift on the fading track,
with the ardor of endless nostalgic pursuit I traced
the stalled timeline, followed instinctively back
to the vivid hues of golden heydays once embraced.

From the blue cascade of hill’s curvature...

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for a while now, i have been kissing the yuletide vibration of your memory
i have been placing a wreath on the diamond door hook of your symbolism 
i have been putting up Christmas lights as...

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At the edge of the Thar desert,
the reposed stilled sands sculpted
petrified waves of old dunes buried 
in the carved rocky pediment 
of the rolling train of the Aravalli hills.
The contorted contours configuring
the undulating landscape topography
shaped...

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in streams of sunbeams inviting
my face to turn upwards
I am captured by intangible senses of
nutmeg and cinnamon communion-
candy-coated moments blossoming 
As the wizard of memories wakes a dream

speechless and smiling
standing and body turning with movement
I...

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In praise, I welcome the days 
when I stumble and fall, 
the days of love and loss, 
as well as the mornings I rise 
to fly again.
For If I did not fall, I would never
welcome...

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From the day 
That dates your day
Till this very morning
Your look is adorning
Oh dear friend so kind
Your acts blow my mind

I remembered my schedule
When we're both at school
Many are times you come 
To fill a...

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Monopoly, game of life – play it

Monopoly, childhood board game, moves as per dice
Life, real game, moves as per the game one plays   

As  grew older, realities faced squarely
Had semblances with the...

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The cascading stream leaps skyward in swirling ebullience, 
the dancing shadows of serenading trees sway entranced. 
The dainty dewdrops draping the glinting grass tips, 
weave splendored tapestry for me to lie on dreams. 

The drizzling...

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