Long Purls Poems

I am pouring my heart out because I am going through something personal, but I thank a Wonderful, Faithful God that I am not going through alone...He is 'Here' with me. I am so grateful...

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Written: September 1st, 2023          
Would You Love Me If I Wasn't A Poet?             ...

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Throughout full room sprays of sweet nothings suffuse
Mellow are memorial moments, mirth as well as my muse
High-floating foams, filled with redolent renaissance
Gently freshen up and fondle my hairs
My hairs, eager to inhale inspiring air
Grow fixated...

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Whirling through torpedoes of sound,
spinning and tailing its way like Raphael to earth,
shoots some uninstantaneous ether:
the impermeable myelin of true experience.
The soul—the richest treasure chest ever found;
creating, disseminating, revealing, glimmering, alluring.
Rawest sense material pinging in...

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Sometimes
I'm not sure if I am Me.

I fall into the safe Despair, Regret, and Lamentation
and the reindeer in my mind digs a hole in my heart to find a reason.
I step outside the world for...

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Fire burning, keeps me warm
While outside brews a big snowstorm 
Now all I need to be complete 
Are knitted socks upon my feet

I thought I'd have them on by now
I'd knit my own but don't...

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My Ophelia sits, poised and preening
like a big question mark
ready to go, ready to stay
I scratch and rub her back gently,
she curls and purls, asking for more.

I take her into my arms,
embracing as children and...

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Through pale of eve, my eyes can see
beyond the trellis where I stand
a rose awaits, brushing the ground
through pale of eve, my eyes can see
needles of thorns ,calling for me
where tips of sadness purls around
through...

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tell me your name
let run my fingers 
across the contours 
of your mouth,
describe the sunset 
so that my mind
can envision,
what corneas 
cannot


remember for me
as you speak of the now,
what is consumed
by the cacophony of sound,
my...

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Unto Acheron, great river of woe,
  the buried to the entrance gate are led,
in the underworld to Charon below
  to ferry across the souls of the dead.
Upon your lips, your eyes, a coin...

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