Long Precipices Poems

Himalayas

Eons ago in the planet’s evolution,
During tectonic plate movement: 1
The Indian Island Ma moved northward
Crashing into the Eurasian continent,
To form the Himalayan mountains. 2

Out of the chaos, towering peaks arose,
Piercing heavenly soft, white cotton clouds,
Bursting...

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Love is a catastrophe, a bittersweet madness, a wild affliction that invades your soul,
Disturbs your peace, devastates your routine, transforming you into a shadow of what you once were,
Each moment under its spell an odyssey...

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The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII
by Pablo Neruda
translation by Michael R. Burch

Ascend with me, my American love!

Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together!

The Urubamba’s torrential silver
lures pollen to fly from its golden chalice
while above this...

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We mere shadows seek supports
When somewhere else lie our beings
Uncared  for  in inarticulate shores,

By  debris  left of uprisings.
Before the delayed departure
Does our bliss alight for a while

On  precipices. In the...

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An essence heard a heartfelt plea
meek, unconfident, not familiar
"Should I bother anymore? Please guide me."
His words hardly mist....
a response slices the scene
     with the speed of a guillotine.

skittering over the asymmetrical
similarities...

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Time, a cryptic essence, weaves its spectral threads,
Change, an eternal phantom, in ceaseless evolution treads.
Humanity, in languid pursuit of effortless resolution,
Seeks fusion in complex or integrated constitution.

Such is nature's coquettish dance, a macabre ballet,
The apex...

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Like         snow covered peaks
           of the mountains ranges
mine eyes       are drawn...

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Like a stalking hoarse,

Have endured shrewd days and night,

Like the physician ampoule,

Ready on my skin to pour.

flights from ignorance left these 

Strawberry marks,

Eyes glued on the object
 
compelled to the hard brown wooden logs ...

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The drowned (man), Translation of Etiemble’s poem: Noyé by T Wignesan

( Etiemble who devotes some pages in this only verse volume to translations was a stickler 
to the practice of reproducing the original in its...

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Where do I live? I live
In the ever changing
Blues and greens of the ocean,
Darting soundlessly, weightlessly
From pink coral to white
Among the waving sea creatures
Amidst iridescent fish
And the bones of sunken ships.
 
Sailing in the air...

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I am concerned with the structures that sustain the universe, 
with the mighty river of time, 
the tablature and the compass of souls 
dispersed in their endless penances, 
the enigmatic smile of doubts 
overlapping the...

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This is where God breathes! Here is
the mountain wellhead that cannot believe
our bodies are drenched in darkness.
Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy
books.
        Here my heart...

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Electriconic connection
On a melting world
And my pain has completely lost her voice
Pajamas up since seven on the sofa now eleven
Where in abundance we can shiver the leaves and have our heads shake things out
Quarreling lovers...

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Remember: Alba are quiet, narrow, and corrugated and
Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and claustrophobic…
Pudica are elongated,  oak-shaped and glossy. Dark green color. Ever-blooming.

I’m standing behind you now with your permission, like the
Pedals...

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intoxicated by entwined souls,
breasts beating, breathing
in the amalgamation of us.
trust in lips, tongues, stress
of otherworldly communication.

neo-occasion of bare skin,
slightly shy, surrendering
to the shift and slide—
sensuality played portentously…
innocence irrigated…
blind.

intoxicated by the itch;
you scratch
my back like a...

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Once before, I had walked down a red carpeted isle
to glimpse your solemn face, a memory forever mine.
Why fate had to be so vile,
I still can’t comprehend, and yet here I stand before your shrine.

I...

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You say you never heard
My prayers of last night?
The night was cold and gray
And your memory bold and gay
My bed of straw was bare
My linen- old and thin
And I woke up many times.

One time I...

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Duty, demands, delaying desires.
Destiny, shoves you off, at the precipices
Of life’s uncertain edges.

Karmic outcomes now direct decisions;
Life issues us temporary bivouacs,
that leaves us vulnerable to its storms.
Destiny alters desires –
Even the most well-made plans
Of hearts,...

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Thee floor In Mourning what a dust Is this
Neated niceness with cleaning wealth
With powdered mica, coal and seamy
A dust to mine, a dust of pleasureness
Poetic moment sweeping up where
Therely It's Darkness Inhabited bye wonders of...

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but please stay away from heavy thoughts, sad songs and their meanings, keep away from hidden words in the dictionary, we just ripen fast in pain and the ink didn't even dry on the calendar,...

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YEARS AND TEARS

YEARS GONE APACE, FROM PIMPLES TO DIMPLES,
FROM WRINKLES TO WHITE HAIR BRISTLES,
HIS DAYS FLEE UP LIKE A SHADOW AND THEN DISAPPEARS,
SENSITIVE FEELINGS, TEARS HERE TEARS THERE.

LIFE IS A VOYAGE WITH MANY PRECIPICES,
IN SOME...

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With ill feet
I walk, staggering to the truth
Praying for strength Not hope
My faith has no eyes.

Blind to the fact that there are more out there
Like myself, who feel Her, 
Crumbling beneath sick feet
Join, hand-in-hand, and...

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The fog hovering above the cold waters is
Reminiscent of steam over hot pavement in the summer,
Ominous figures in the shadows, poles projecting from unknown precipices,
And amber skies promising warmth later for chilled limbs exposed to...

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How bottomless you are, the lonely hell,
how dark and joyless, but the love I fell
in is much deeper. Oh, four words you said
so unexpectedly that my ink bled,
four elements, four natures of despair -
the water...

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The winsome birches sway, their chalk white, black-stitched
trunks frolick in the Fall gale,punctuating the hillsides greenery
with lingering leaves lemon yellow.
The pointillist tapestry of pale ash, 
purpled sycamore and tangerine maples, posed.

The Nor’easter’s downpour licks the...

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