Long Porthole Poems

THE GRANDSHIP HISTORIA 

Come, let us explore the Grandship Historia;
taller and wider than imagination!
Our guest passes allow us to visit as it sails
on uncharted waters along the
cosmic ocean of Eternaus.

Before, in grand ship building times
formation...

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Key to the abyss opening 
Cern is a wormhole experimenting into dark matter 
A satanic program making attempts 
to open the porthole to hell 
The statue outside this center 
is the pagan lord Shiva destroyer...

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One Step from the Fire

Martha lounges in her rocking chair book in knotted hand in her studio

On the wall a poster of Chipperfield Circus whom she had wanted to join

Just above a small marble statue...

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This happened about fifteen years ago.
My son and I were camping in the woods.
He pitched the tent in a forest with a clearing.
We took out supplies to build our campfire.
He was about eleven at the...

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Loving life hid beneath rim of cool ceramic bowl
Tree frog claimed proud place, toilet's homely hole
Enamoured by his simple palace making stance
I bend to peer at his green grip toe stick, entranced

My ordinary admonished by...

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With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round 
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made...

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“come fluttering words, come drifting words to me…”

               A Rambling Poet


A mere housemaid awakens before morning light.
Eyes wide, she bolts upright...

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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life...

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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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When my hair was tied in two tails 
I frolicked about the warped trunk of a willow 
As the cicadas serenaded in the summer’s heat
The tree held me in its low arms
I watched nature pulse
I...

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My Poems

Are but only and unto me 

An inner source of both shuttling
and chastening my day dreams

My very own fantastical imagination 
galaxy and far off universe

Inside my head rallying me to discover
what may well just...

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I’m a person of faith...so are you
Dying by comparison, to
Windswept cliffs
Water with choppy teeth
Baptismal pool?
Will it save you?

Pointing at the whiteboard
Hear the squeak of multicolored markers
In your head, dead
Points most of them

Feet are slipping, stones
Falling...

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One eye open, one half stuck, trying to pierce the gloom, 
then noticing the stillness and the light within the room.
Nose as cold as a corpse's, one arm outside the sheet, 
quick! bring it back...

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From a big 737's porthole looking down
upon rows of endless, barren mountains, 
from the clouds to the wadis I descend
unto thy waiting arms among the dunes. 

Far in the middle of a vast wasteland 
right...

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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house there by the sea where you wove that tapestry
With all the glorious memories...

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A eulogy on the car radio:
he was a good friend to all.

It begins to rain.

On the road an opossum family,
bodies strewn
according to size and age,
some pancaked, some
playing dead forever.

A lobster gave up its existence
for me,
was...

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There is a magical realm in my world, where I feel no fear.
A place of unique experiences, in which I never shed a tear.
It's here that my senses are heightened, time and time again,
where my...

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There is a magical realm in my world, where I feel no fear.
 A place of unique experiences, in which I never shed a tear.
 It's here that my senses are heightened, time and time...

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Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension, 
    a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift
    Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation. 

   ...

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they’ve been at it in the basement down below for
days now
screaming & whipping
moaning & suffocating
pushing the limits of what they call 
human sexuo-fetisho-sado-masochistic
madness
cutting & slashing & whipping & slashing &
squirting & cumming & electrifying &...

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Sometimes I feel like a castaway;
My sails and rudder in disarray-
A derelict floating past Cathay-
Then marooned on a shoal.
Other times I feel like a stowaway,
Secreted in some musty hideaway,
Watching the world change day by day
From...

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I sit half crouched in a rickety chair
    My gaze riveted on the porthole
    A fuzzy mirror to the outer landscape
    Begins slowly to unscroll

A lanky...

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Suddenly a big hole opened up in the sea, the ship sank into it; the vessel 
rests on the bottom where shiny star fish light up  the dark before they are 
swallowed by sharks...

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Subconcious streams flitter through my silty porthole
Ebb and flow through my consciences' filtering scroll
Clogging the interstices and my formative, fragile mind doth control
Perceptions of self flood my sensory console 
Pent-up desires breach mind's, shallow levee and...

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Feelings of despair dredged from the murky dephths of my past
Hoisted through my corroded conscience's porthole
Reconnoitering barge of restitution pushes despondent thoughts through my inner being
Then tows the shame and guilt of my depraved condition...

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