Long Pitchy Poems

In sandy Egypt lived three men
In ancient days when pharaohs reigned
The kingdom of the pyramids,
Osiris and that Isis’ den,
Whom everyone worships and heeds,
Or at least doing so they feigned,
And those gods too blessed them and...

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What is love?
A sea of nonexistence
both tranquil and calamitous
where the mind
does not dare enter.
(Rumi, M. Mafi, "Day By Day", p. 120, 2014, Hampton Roads)

What is timeless synergy?
Our sea of coexistence
both confluent and dissonant
where blind consciousness
seldom...

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Fragrance of Life  ©

Cool rain drums on blistering 
asphalt, the scent streams into 
the nostrils--hot, grassy smell of 
summer, freshly cut-smoky 
cedar lingers on the air 

Fresh popcorn drenched in 
butter, I sit in...

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We get so caught up in right and wrong, discussing it is this that will benefit us and that that will harm us, we get so caught up and tired and so very thoughtful on...

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Here they come the prancing drums and fife
That call the children from their village life
To run with glee and meet with fear horsehead,
Whooping bway or devil costumed in dread
And there pitchy patchy dancing for his...

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Quoth he , "ope thou thy wistful eyes!
I bring thee shadows numberless" 
I tried and tried but couldn't ope
Those words but echoed nonetheless

My Lord! " quoth me , whole life I sought 
What time to...

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" Beacon of Love, shine in the night of waning moon, whither thy lamp beams goest , the world will go, O light up the lamps of hope and love"
Eden Verse


Thou foster child of sea...

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forest 
restless fire naked light 
bleeding mist into the morning

and through the silence 
bury the sun 
with me in the roots, pin under gravity 

by the shapeless palm
schism of shadows 
her wayward fingers cold smoke...

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I dance in desperate movements,
stepping on toes as I go
Spinning out of control as faces grimace in my wake,
changing scenery like mirrored ball illusions,
tiny reflective squares, blinding as they move 
Still you stare, questioning gazes,
not...

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Could I simply call it hell?
Wherein every evil dwell...!
Does there ring a constant knell?
Don't matters midst men go well...?

Dormammu ruled Multiverse,
By bitterness turns a curse;
Strange, and yarrow-like itchy,
In which each cell gets pitchy...!

It's a game...

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What would I do if there were only one of me
and not this raucous house on sky high stilts
shouting Fe Fi Fo Fum
rooster proud and peacock pitchy
like Baba Yaga, with her chicken legs
but many more...

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Cicada shell needed discarding, fast
Desperately ready for what she will become 
Stepping rapidly out of her pitchy past
Towards freshness, her chance to succumb 

Wavered mirage solidified as suitable man
Opportunity usually slashed with cruelty
Sigrid's vehemence needed...

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The grandfather clock solemnly struck two.
In the pitchy night, shadows seem to flit about.
I close my red rimmed eyes tight
Yet I can see all around me for sleep eludes me.

I lie on my bed like...

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Genuflecting specks of passion, stupored,glistening
waltzing gel of probing and probed, simmering
yet tranquil in streams on plateau milky whites,

each rivulet wailing its tale rosy ballad sung,

spasmodic staccato on pitchy highs

volcano erupts hot and high 

the writing...

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cloistered in this dark chamber     
a somber muse keeps me captive   
ringed in by gloomy colors             ...

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How good to be in a 
countryside,
Where there is full of 
laughter;
Chirping birds,folklore 
stories,
Where there is freshness 
in 
the soil;
Tall trees magnificiently 
grown,
Untendered 
flowers blooming wildly.

Ways 
are narrow,pitchy path,
Yet give an exquisite 
pictureque;
Mountains and vales...

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Wanting the hands of time to turn back,
Just so I can have one last try.
I want to hear the perfect
               ...

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Writing in pitch-dark pitchy begin 
Upon the stroke of silent pen 
Touches my words across the night sky 
Where me inner self meets a spirited lullaby

Silent space is a lonely place
Where altar sits in poet...

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black ...

as the vault,
those tresses 
(your momma's ire),
and a universe beneath ...
smile to rival Sol
where hope dances,
and fearfully dark, those eyes -
a pitchy pool ever
deep enough to plunge ...
to swim through ...
to drown in,
(sadness disturbs...

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Heaven...

Have you ever traveled to the garden
finding the most precious flowers
who bloomed in a thorny crown
through out the land of ours?

Have you heard the lagoon
with roaring passion and anger
as it weeps to the silver sand
holding...

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~The sun sizzles on the horizon
like a fried egg in a cast iron skillet.
Yellow yolk bleeding across the treetops.
Semi-solid seeping across the backlit hardwood forest.
The dusky branches of maple and blue black pitchy pines
dress in...

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I am john kunno
Drums dancing on Christmas morning,
Breaking the silence
That bans my tongue from telling troubles here;
Masking my face
And the new identity forming before your eyes;
Dancing pitchy-patchy
Distracting you as the devil's whip draw near;
I am...

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