Long Quaver Poems

Aphrodisiac (18+)

 We got beaten by the rain on our way home
Looking so wet and feeling cold all home alone
She is not my bride and I'm not her groom
She is not my girlfriend and I'm...

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The mistake I had never expected,
I did it without getting into awareness
Of how it would react.
Lacking that girl in me is like lacking
Of soul in my lonely body
Honestly speaking, she is my helm,
Stark, she is...

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{"I detest you, I hate you with my all.
I despise, abhor, and loathe you for evolving me into a fatigue of desperation for you; the anguish, the hysteria to feel treasured by some other commodity,...

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Oodles Of Google Doodles...

visually delicious as  germane strudels
the following cooked years ago
courtesy me noggin awash with noodles.

Yours truly crafted remaining poem
around 27th July 2018
idea arose within me cerebral dome.

...As poetic theme came to mind
...

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In crises, how can our being survive
When we’re pushed to grab by our carnal beast
And giving becomes actually the least?
Divine nature from greed has us released
Trusting God for selflessness’ work, we thrive.

Infirmities strike; we need...

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Aristotle, who once said, “A flatterer is a friend,
Who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.”
Magician or not, the appraisal we try to defend,
Veneer covered ready, prepare for the overthrow.

And a splint named psychology...

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I flip the history of Bojangles
On a cool Sunday evening
Los Angeles coming down
A flow of oboes breathing
Through the lung of the street
The hobo not stopping for air
Fingers moving in a dance
Across the strings of consciousness
Milking...

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My heart dances like a Peacock,

                             ...

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The King Of Beasts
By Roy Merritt

I don’t do very much,
I don’t attend to labors
I lay around most of the time 
And sometimes eat my neighbors

I don’t do any of the hunting either
I leave that to...

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“Glory! Great honour shall be mine!
Wenestl shall be last of his dastard line!
Sword unsheathed and bow taut-strung,
We rest not while a Norvajael stays unhung!”

Over glen and trail the quaver spread;
The Ilken sought sheaths of hapless...

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I do not know
Whose excitement was the greater
My dad’s or mine
As we boarded the bus
To a long-lost dream
Of verdant fields
Rich with the fruit of native soil
Of crystal clear streams
Where laughing youth
Was spent in carefree
Abandonment.

My dad’s...

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Who would stare at a sky
without the constellations?
Its immense void would only be
filled by the gruesome darkness;
and the obscured earth would have no luminous
moon to gaze upon those mountains and seas!


Times past I used to...

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The echoes have returned
And they bear some bad news
The spawns are buried deep
With no liberty to lose

Maybe, these are waters with algae,
They're rich if murky
Forestalling for weeks on end
Before more capillaries have to fragment

It is...

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Philosophy: A Bird has wings, so do You...

The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves-
they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of light umber awash in an October apricot- gold sunset.

The dead leaves...

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Villanelle : The Smell of Woman the Whiff of Chaste Nutmeg Cinnamon

The smell of woman the whiff of chaste nutmeg cinnamon
The lone mythic bird gone to sing in other dulcet climes
She bathes in cloistered mountain...

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In crises, how can my being survive?
Trusting the Almighty to work, I thrive!

Infirmities strike; heart needs help from wails…
Triumphant prayer aids, and such prevails!  

In struggling, what should faith do against doubts?
Turning to the...

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The leaf blower sweeps the damp leaves-
they swirl, spin-a congregation of tiny fluttering wings-whose colors are of a light grey storm- cloud awash in an October apricot- gold sunset.

The dead leaves flap like the quick...

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A red, hot fire that makes lava rapidly flow 
from an erupting volcano, it's the earth's revenge towards Mankind...
to later die in the rippled waves of a steamy sea without glow.


The poet sweetly dreams, while...

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When and if a dribble quaver bears an octave and stands on a score one must elevate sound to ninety-eight beats a second for to succumb to a moderate tempo is to work oneself into...

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We are ladies-in-waiting and martyrs,
as tears are hardened like  trails
of  muddy barracks…
yet in the  aggressive power- courts;
each detonating bullet  hemorrhages
all veins of war- torn  flesh , 
our  stained faces...

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Feel the rhythm of my heart…
The moment you broke it apart…
Feel the rhythm of my storm…
That makes the world quaver with fear and distress… 
This dilemma gets more frightening 
Why did you force me to...

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I clung to the hot metallic ladder
Standing on the ground, it's strength eclipsing its little quaver

I started to climb, as it led to where I wanted to be,
But the fiendish friction decieved my laboured steps,...

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MEDITATION      IS      MUSIC


The raga’s minor keys flood my mind, unlocking a balancing shiver, pranayama and Om,

Its rhythmic tones in harmonic relation,  echoing season and...

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Softly she did touch my heart. It was as gentle as 

a feather falling to earth. I had never 

been touch like that before, her hands were 

as soft as a new born babies skin....

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My poems have blissfully escorted me
through the gamut of seasons,
having afforded me not the sensations
of their individual touch.

I stand worlds away from the blustering 
wind that shudders the meekest of boughs.
My hopes quaver along with...

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