Long Recumbent Poems

He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, I...

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Is there a coherent competent compromise to where/which we can all adhere with all that drains our incumbent neural net desires for recumbent destruction through incompetence? The not knowing of an all encompassing ill wisdom...

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My faithful quill recumbent
Motionless
Stark against the virgin parchment posed upon my desk
The peeping moon breaks through grimy windows
Mocking me as the mantel clock chimes the cheerless Midnight
Another day laid to waste
The poet’s canvas unblemished
Harmonizing with...

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I wave vaguely toward a boat in the distance, but
can't think of what I would say if they invited me on board.
"That seems excessive kindness," I say, but a voice laughs in my head,
"Yeah, but...

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The shaded lane leads to the estuary
and mud banks sculpted by the constant sea,
expose their drying backs beneath the sun
before once more in ebb and flow are gone.
 
Over a sty a path leads from...

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Recumbent, crippled: a conscious corpse 
Life calling for me to follow 
Mentality, it warps 
Why does my skull feel hollow? 
As I wait for the shadows to fall down, to swallow

Emotions exhaust; they yawn, they...

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Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
There where you first blink your own coffin you have to nail
The...

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If you would only look out, 
you would see the star-studded sky and a 
swooning sickle moon, and down below 
a fleet of quiet snails sailing gently over 
lawns scented with newly cut grass. 

You...

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The Frog, Translation of Etiemble’s quintet: La grenouille by T. Wignesan 

(This quintet rhymed: ababc might in its propos -
perhaps in its imagery and allusion - be based on some family history involving the tragedy...

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Time passed away in the dark,
the bedside clock fell silent
it was never much of a talker.

Below the curtained window
snow had numbed the night,
ill at ease my body stretched
as if seeking a way out of its...

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Falling For The Second Time


Did I just fall again
Took a tumble down
I think I did
The satin brown red 
And left a burglar mark
Of impassioned fingerprints
And disheveled my breath

Did I once come up for air
From under...

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Astonishing power poised,
For the creature on the hilltop.
A sublime...robust arm reaches,
To a feebly...outstretched drooping limb.

A curve of force,
Outlines the arrival of God...as a cloud.
Opposed to the weary expressions of life,
And human lassitude of dust.

A lifeless...

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Such as blotting paper 
We absorb everything: 
Sunrise, darkness, 
Roses, thorns, 
Bitterness, Basil 
Lightning’s, thunders 
Ravens, Snakes, 
Worms under the bark, 
The bark and roots,

We absorb
Bread and salt, 
Plague, dust, ash, tar,
Wound and the fire...

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Weep The Willow She

Bark and Willow 
Weeps she to raining
Poses curtained shadows
Behind the water fall of slim leaven branchings
Underneath recumbent grass
Damp on cold spatters
Spreading stains water logged

An unremitting drop of rain
Shaken to drips from the...

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BEFORE   THE PETALS   FALL

Fragrance beyond perfume
An intoxicating beauteous bloom   
Kissable touchable tender lips 
Numberless  pert petal tips  -
As  scented wavelets pause
Mid sea and shores  -
Bathing...

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Death dug deep, satiated by the leave, 
Clover leaf fell from its tree of normality, 
Not touching it, I cogently allowed it to occupy, 
That location it did choose for my morose dirge. 

Related to,...

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Alas my love my dying day
Will bring sweet whispers to my grave
Recumbent in your evil snare
Snakes will tempt you, strip you bare
Careful now with tender lips
They will persuade those dormant hips
To move in places dark...

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See the recumbent lion,
it yawns, mouth stretched open
a wide silence – he is not tired,
just philosophically bored.

It is a yawp
as much as the startled jaw
of a newborn kitten
is a visible caricature of surprise
for having arrived...

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THE BULL
His regular emissions
Worthy of politicians

THE ANT
To the anteater
Nothing is sweeter

THE SLOTH
Feel his chagrin
Labelled deadly sin

THE TURKEY
With justified reason
Deplores festive season

THE EEL
Mobile on belly
Recumbent in jelly

THE CAMEL
Far from pretty
Designed by committee

THE HIPPO
A chubby figure
Mouth even...

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"...the great tide that treads the shifting shore"
                           ...

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