Long Powdering Poems

I can feel the light shining in my soul and my spirit is getting bold a new chapter is about to unfold and the grey clouds have faded away and clouds of love is coming...

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Knowledge is the key in this modern world 
the truth can neither deceive nor be deceived 
a fractured coil has so many errors to put right 
very hard to know where to start or begin...

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She stood at her window,
looking out on the world,
alone this Christmas,
this frightened young girl.

The night had come,
without making a sound,
as the snow began falling,
lightly powdering the ground.

Only eighteen, 
when she said I Do,
her childhood sweetheart,
and...

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The women bending and pounding in rhythm 
was a vibrant bucolic sight. The long wooden 
pestles were powered by the human current.

While grinding raw rice, 
they stopped to rest, and 
to crack jokes, which were...

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Domestic crime

The couple was nicely suntanned, but the woman had
a black eye, he was very courteous to her, tried to hold 
her hand, she didn’t want to, he reddened in anger.
Well-dressed, the couple were on...

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Swans........................
.play across the cattail towns,

laden down with white,

friendly fawns adept at dancing 

shallow stones...................

and on.........

into the climbing courtyard,

  Whisper where.......

and go there.......

not too far or near,

for fear the bells

upon your ankles

speak the truth too...

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Breezes brush through the window caressingly,
soft fanning wings powdering my skin;
night's black velvet pricked only by the porch light's glow.
Alone, I feel no fear. Gliding the dark, my twin
has turned gossamer wings toward my tiny...

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Blackbirds singing in jackboots

Women freshening and powdering 
in the Men's room

A child is born without square eye's
and cell phone permanently attached
to it's inner ear

Traversing footsteps under a star
with both maternal loving married
parents expectantly awaiting a
cradle...

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Wild Atlantic Way

The sea, slowly surging, crashing, claiming;
Waves endlessly corroding, consuming;
Rocks deeply wrinkling and age defacing;
Seaweed lashing as in a gale swirling.

The sky steaming, magically misting;
Demons forming, twisting, disappearing.
The wind wailing, dementing, high pitching.
Gritty greys...

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Let me tell you what women do,
After a child’s delivery is through.
The birds, too, know: they jubilate 
While animated ones ululate!

Adoration of baby simply true,
Eyes feasting on the frail thing Glad Glue
Foreplay’s sex women simulate
Hoping...

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I am nothing but the names of the trees,
imprinted in my soft topography, 
recollections of sappy hands in yours
easing out splinters from our shared outdoors. 

I am nothing but rustling in the kudzu, 
smiling far...

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Bitty birds scuffle and flounce
under the roofed-in.
Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle.
Snuffle go the whiskered,
the mousy muzzle's
all along the bent beam wood.
A pepper powdering
in the chink-lit sunbeams.
In this his tumbled castle-keep
youth sky-larked a being
a ghostling...

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