Long Polychrome Poems

as if Monet had planted water lilies in Babylon

          hanging gardens at the heart of a canvas of joy

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Janice’s Looks in the Mirror

Like a pendulum from an orange clockwork

The agent high above on raucous prayers

She hung high and dry suspended in drought


Resembling a shot of liquid poppies injected

The heroine succumbed in Noah’s wet...

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From the onset you become
The supernatural puppeteer behind power
The chieftain of the tycoons
The moral and immoral nous
The sheepherder of the multiverse
Why tenuring freudalism and captivity?
Thy sheep in topsided race
Like asymmetric scale

Yesterday celebrates your uniqueness
Before acculturation...

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Black and White Yoyage

Ying and Yang come to mind that wakes up in the morning
                   Harmony the...

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Coiled up for winter slumber it had rested the budding pledge

Soil still moist the promise is waiting for blossoms and sedge

To give host to migrating birds returning from busy regeneration

A miracle planted by knowing creation...

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Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep

Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber

Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind

Strips and...

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Lightning and thunder did clash
In ventricles within my heart
Vying whether to lash
At every part

That feels emotions
In hearts of dames
Whose love motions and portions
Laid claims

To the indifference my heart felt
When Hazel Fidelia ended our engagement
In July...

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To Dis a Ray

Tim felt prismatic and took off his polychrome Ray Bans

He had to revisit his novella and needed undistorted vision

To sort out gems from false gold and writer’s confusion


Had he really been so...

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My first grandchild was turning three,
sweet girl with a motherly bent.
The perfect present seemed to be
a dollhouse; so, shopping we went.
She found one not by accident -
real bells for the front and back door,
three stories,...

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My first grandchild was turning three,
sweet girl with a motherly bent.
The perfect present seemed to be
a dollhouse; so, shopping we went.
She found one not by accident -
real bells for the front and back door,
three stories,...

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Eye for an eye
Me shall remain awake all night for you till I catch zzzs
I perceive a glint coming from thy thigh
Such fairness, wonder what that is
Thou art pulling me from an apple tree
Like gravity...

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