Long Raspberry Poems

your silken skin gleams opaline
bathed in Luna's soft wash of cornflower - like a
porcelain Madonna by Michelangelo
conjured to life by the magic
of moonlight

your eyes open just long enough to
affix mine, and affirm I'm in a...

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Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some...

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Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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This was last Saturday night. We were at a rooftop party in downtown New Haven thrown by ‘DocHouse.’ Doc-House is kind of a frat-house, owned by Dr. Melon, where he and seven doctoral students live....

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I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the...

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I think it might be John Rawls
who writes about
thick and thin justice sandwiches.

Thick justice
may be more deeply embedded, richly spread
in regenerative pursuing time,
producing and serving healthy wealth relationships,
often digestively motivated
to achieve nutritional communion goals,

While thinner...

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Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years. this is such a poem where i can see the...

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Out in that sky, no one sleeps, not even the stars.

We are at the 24-hour late-nite diner

and they’re serving up fruit

from the plants growing out of the floor.

We watch bodies fall to the ground outside

like...

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A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a...

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This was only our second date...

A Black Tie Affair...

...Set against an incredible view,
vineyards, waterfalls,
a plentitude of flower beds,
all just outside a charming postcard Town.

This indeed was a serious event,
anyone  who was anyone...
and my date...were here.

A...

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Leaves labor in loam, roses endure the drouth’s weight,
From the east, petals peel, in soft drift concatenate.
Chariot’s beacon soars to the glint’s edge of tomorrow
To know, to grow, to sow, to go 

Ooooh… ahhh… mmmm…
Aaaah-ooooh…...

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life is an     inconsistent choreographer
   shielded  in stainless symphonies
          composed with erratic patterns
curating colors seized    ...

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Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country,
With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree.

Pretty Edna was twelve years old, but she and Violet played...

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I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new friends and activities 
that carried me ever farther from my...

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I float …
in the ether -
a roll of sea swells below,
pier toward the west,
little island I know so well -
endless hours there,
but rarely alone ...
then …

moon pixies …
sparkle at my feet,
dancing underneath "me" -
soft, yellow-blue...

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It’s Harvard VS Yale this weekend, the vibes are just starting now. Everyone - and I mean everyone - has been asking about my game tickets, because guest tickets are $25 a pop. I’m more...

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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen"



"You’ve been spooning
too much Vanilla Icecream”, 
she advised the buffoon

all the feathery self-blustering chirpers 
parted way, she had loaded guns
she positively glided into the room

“Diamonds my old...

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A damp, dank odour pervades the saturated forest; pungent. acrid;
The stench an assault on the human senses:
Working subtly, slowly permeating every pore until it compromises the very heart of the forest.

Seeping easily between the debris;...

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To the lily moon that 
 never forsakes me~
amidst the cruel constellations 
that left me stranded in 
 a melancholic maze
of rain-kissed memories.
I’ll write this prose for you,
on periwinkle paper
perfumed with geranium grace,
 in rhyme-less...

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Little Arabella Miller lived in town, but far enough out in green country,
To watch the raspberry sun go down, and to climb a lavish, plum tree.

Arabella was seven-years-old, and had a three-year-old, baby brother;
Like the...

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I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.

Lost in my work, I took it seriously, for creating something...

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Mimi is my fond, constant companion, my nearest and dearest loyal friend,
Mimi makes golden, precious days brighter, like orange sun that never ends.

Mimi has the rare gift for loving, that causes one to respond in...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my...

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O n c e upon
 a medieval arc, 
when the coral night 
 was engrossed in 
     fuchsia epitaphs of fireflies,
your fingers,
  embalmed
in the fangs of february moon,
shredded the love...

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Phoebe and her brother and sisters loved to play, like capricious wind;
And many robust children lived nearby, like green nature, an old friend.

The Clarks lived in town, like turquoise neptune, in caramel sun orbit;
And also...

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