Long Pulmonary Poems

“On the Sonnet”
by John Keats

If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrained,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To...

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“The Evolution of a Broken Heart”



In thy hands, 
I gently placed it

lacking hesitation’s pleas and virtues
‘twas ne’er a time to be uncourageous
plucked somewhere from deep within
my honorable, clean gilded home where
pure intention sat regally spartan
upon...

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It's said that a house is not a home
rather, home is where the heart is
I can agree with this statement
Of course, I have a wife and 2 growing kids
And when it’s time to go to...

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I wish if I could understand your crazy game. It is driving the world insane. I which If I could understand this crazy game, from we made eye contact life is not the same. Thousands...

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"SUPERSEDURE" 
(Part 2 - Our Sacred Lady of the Divine Perfect Imperfections")


In her heart there pounds a drum
it starts off faint, then buzzes to
crescendo, a ferocious hum, 
like an old Queen Honey Bee’s 
small remaining...

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“For I have seen you from far places
Shinning in bold light because you are made
Of Copper and tellurium; CuTe,

You are like the transition metals
You display love of many colours,
You are the sunshine that speeds up...

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I was just four when I discovered that some grown-ups cry.
That’s because I saw my mommy dragging my daddy down the stairs,
Her eyes so full of tears that they fairly poured down her flimsy nightgown.
Daddy...

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I’m carbon-based,
Resurrection cornerstone foundation laid
Diamond made

These obsidian eyes
sardius shine ...
agate Illuminating
my igneous bright coal face

With volcanic intensity,
my onyx lips glow
And the chest cavity 
			         pressure beneath
	 ...

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It’s Faint Paddies Day
everyday,
from my oxy scarce commuter view

At this Rocky Mountain skin altitude,
death is always on the dispatch menu

Faint Paddies 
be sweating onion fear on a ghetto roll
Cry babies
be diaper blues potty wailing —...

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*** First and foremost, I had to edit this piece a bit because of the profanity in the
original version (however, I will follow the rules)  This piece was based on several
images of children that...

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She turns me around
Forty years ago
At High School graduation
And she says…
Something I can’t remember

It was probably something like,
‘Well, lookit that!’ or
‘Boy, Howdy!’ or
Some such encouragement

And… though I cannot remember it
Now, I would not part with...

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I remember when we were little and I always imagined we would grow old together. You always loved butterflies and sunflowers, the brightest things and even singing you are my sunshine to your daughter as...

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"Pulmonary"



Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green

Clairvoyants dance in time 
with prophets to flux events
Light folds Dark inside out 

Lizards Popes and Politicians
tread water in their black oceans
looking for an...

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I had a love, but it flew like a bird
out of the cage but never heard.

I had a voice that spoke with tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I digress.       

I...

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Epilogue, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : Epilogue

     By way of a Farewell to « personal » poetry. Paul Verlaine, March 1895

(Towards the end of his rather short and tumultuous life,...

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I’m slowly dying ... being pillow buried alive,
and ain’t nobody’s pity coming
to prematurely save me

I fell into this death trap of my own crypt choosing,
when the creeping lust
of a sultry smile 
enticed me so hypnotically
I...

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Much is seen above,
less is visible below

Celestial thoughts 
have elevated luminosity
Subterreanean feelings
possess a catacomb void glow

The sun shines with sparkling clarity,
as rainbow-coated        ephod epiphany branches 
bud more colorful...

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I'm tired of writing love poems and trying to put spins on them;
So for inspiration and ideas i go brainstorming;
But each thought, each idea seems to be a duplicate of the last poem;
"The glimmer of...

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my depression is like trying to live whilst dead,
 its like a barrier holding me down to my bed, 
sometimes I think I might as well be blind because everything seems like a blur in...

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And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, 
That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration 
when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, 
ye also shall...

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Around this precious pulse
there is a moat
It has a raised drawbridge
of desires denied — 
Wouldn’t emotions,
they be crave carved from the
mahogany variety
Splintered thoughts lowers with romantic apprehension,
verily very slowly
Rampart words, passion unspoken
Telltale sigh sign, mood...

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Everything my mother or grandmother cooked
was good for your soul
from the rich beef ribs 
braised in a new red wine
to the lamb or pork
nurtured tenderly with fresh herbs
or even the high fat meat loaf
never served...

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Standing at the precipice of hope,
these retinal denials
gazed into the misty, crystal waterfall

I had no secure peer of rappelling rope
tied to a waste modesty lifestyle
Unsure of the plunge into the pulsing roar of the call...

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After every dark downpour,
the tears of heaven makes the sky brighter
But many still only blindly see
through the prism of pain
So sadly, 
they continue to have dreary thoughts
soaked in perpetual rain

Suffering through the constant hurt,
the rejection...

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As you look at me I'm not him.
Wearing a face of a man that does not exist, a myth. 
   For i am reserved, deep within the confines of self.
Ensorcelled, impelled, upon a...

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