Long Plumb line Poems

It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My vacant halls now are silent, and the flower garden is...

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Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *...

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All my life broke up, like some great river's ice at touch of spring.
The world lay stretched before me like the open palm of my hand.
Alone, like a storm-tossed wreck, on this night of the...

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On The Tail Winds of Dreams…
(Apropos Strong Men…)

The day stops.  Night begins.
The cocooned dream hangs lazily
On the leaf to time.  The veiled goddess
Justice remains oblivious; her skewed scales mimicking
A faked balance.  The...

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Dot to Dot

. 2 . Point to point
Painting life by the numbers
A moving chorus line of choice
Random patterns spurned
Unbroken pointillism paints a soul’s portrait
In shades of shadows and sunlight

. 2 . Day to day
In a...

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Earth, builder of beauty;
her plumb line: a still point,
precious center, damp
minerals.

What I’m composing are
my words: a swathe of heat,
painted deserts, morning musk,
saguaro green.

Upon my lips, misted whispers:
a fog’s low roots, moist glaze,
dawn’s red vine, dappled...

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Blue Leviathan 


Sounding the bathymetric deep
Lazuline green to waters risen
Of sonic dark sung Cetacea poetry
With ever knowing smiles
The gargantuan glides
Graceful on angel winged flukes

Slow easy speed
Of winded massive lungs
Hits the surfacing
Blown by fountainhead spouts
Breaching upon...

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I always thought 
That when it came to God
He'd get something done 
Using someone
So I stood aside
In this passing life
And watched all the action
With self satisfaction
Then came the day 
I stood up to say
Lord if...

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All are unworthy. Each if us fail we are weighed
In the balance, the plumb line is streched over
Our ways, we fall like fruit before the harvest
Is here.' wasted in the very paths of redemption
We are...

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To whom has the hand of the Lord been revealed?
From where does He come? His movement is beyond
Known speed.) Also If you travel to the height of the sky.!
You will not discern His face, yet...

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To whom has the hand of the Lord been revealed?
From where does He come? His movement is beyond
Known speed.) Also If you travel to the height of the sky.!
You will not discern His face, yet...

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It's the fulcrum of a swing,
That concerts the plumb line string,
As its settling in phase,
To a point where it just stays...
And the forces become one,
So that balance is the sum,
Somewhere halfway in between,
Fore and aft...

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What counts as old?  Columbus paddling ashore
on Cuba?  Winchester Cathedral knocks
the Genoese out of his sodden socks,
for it was born four centuries before.

The longest nave in Europe.  Slender threads
of Gothic columns spring...

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Taking into account; the Poeter's quip
Shant it be unfurled to reveal thine
Penned and newly coined path of authorship 
Paying out the Poeter’s plumb line

Veering from the course 
Plotting new wave points 
Carting the next rhyme...

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this and that and thus and such
hearing, seeing, smell, taste, touch
which will old age steal? not much
  just this and that and thus and such

will I know beloved ones...
lifelong sweetheart? daughter? sons?
thanking those with...

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Fits of fancy windrifts blow
tidbits chancy...abyss unknown
bellowing sails mushroomed force
following trails laid out in course

Navigating distant stars
alleviating lost afar
charted seaways ripple past
plumb line used as centered mast

Scales to tip uneven flow
weight to shift as whitecaps...

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