Long Redound Poems

This is an unfinished Heroic Crown of Sonnets dedicated to a friend's grandchild who was born with serious lower body issues 3 years ago...but he is so perfect and beautiful in every other way that...

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Here I am,


In the first fling of youth-

In what sterile field did I find this anti-fecund missive?

This stretching of a hand, drenched in rubbery black; accompanied by a smell; a sewing, cloying end-platform.

If I lean...

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Disparage not our hearts-- they are God-loved, God-found
This will get mystical -- allow me to propound
Just think-- wherever we pray can be holy ground

Contemplation of His Love always will astound
The Divine Physician can heal us...

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Handsome guy of the Hippie Era,
the wisest guy who never experimented with drugs,
but went to church on Sunday and prayed to God; 
eccentric clothes, long hair and drugs were too crazy
to be explored, to block...

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People surround until they stop expecting……...the upright stands alone…an intelligent walks alone……moral and ethics struggle to prove themselves right……friends and relatives are born disguised competitors…smiling faces burn inside……money is all that allures, attracts, builds and...

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Written: April 14, 2024

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Outside the domain of absolute morality,
A wilderness of sacredness would cleave.
A framework...

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God gives men life-
Why do we waste it? On things, in things that only create a second of bliss that 
fades just as quick as it came.
We waste life on substances--drugs, alcohol, un-ordained sexual pleasures,...

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Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now 
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains 
Under velvet willows 
xylem yields Zephaniah 
Angelic baritone can decorate 
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon 
Kids leaping mysteriously 
No-one obscures problematically quaint...

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Curious child with the azure eyes
ever innocently searching,
never down
Where unbeknownst tears
have yet to sigh fall
pillow bound

Curious ewe with the bright cloud colored skin
always virgin hope looking
up to a tomorrow sky
Where future joy shown
was smile waiting
to...

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THE RELUCTANT 
by Mark Miller © 09/19/2014

We are the living seeming stillness willful we endure 
Through vows of contempt to never surrender
Vacate questions fly by trees terse unknown
Retreat or follow the terminus term less 
Momentary...

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Balmy summer air to southern climes doth repair
On horizon, blue azure panels shaded with smoky tincture
Silky, white fondue relpaced by pallid, silver hue
Fondling, summer breezes; gripping, autumnal wind freezes
Cooling waves react with fertile leaves; amber...

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Into the snow white castle only tepid feet bound
Head mirror of quilted bed reflects a glimmering compound
Satin blanket spreads over each frozen mound
A blinding glare from the silted bed doth rebound
With each heavy step mist...

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Beneath my mind the demon danced,
  He reaps away my brain
With awkward sounds and sights untrue
   Not of the homely grain.

It's party dim tonight I think ,
  But things are moving...

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The baseball glove I never wore
Is kept within this box
With a first place ribbon partly torn
From the medal at the top...
And a letter mom asked me to mail 
That  had begged you to come...

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The bard had just penned a ballad profound
and stroking his beard, this clumsy word-hound
just spilled his last beer on pages unbound.
A marvelous monorhyme sits uncrowned. 

Deluged under streams of thoughts that still hound,
I venture to...

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An attractive face through the restive crowd did bound
A fleeting, distant glance my truant eyes found
A passing smile that mirth and pageantry did redound
A serenating voice that echoed a blissful sound
A radiant glow that her...

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The pitter patter of a doleful rain doth resound
Satiatiating solace and inner peace are drowned
Guttural drips seep into my porous, emotive ground
Brackish hope drains through my bleached mound
Saturated soul shutters as the eroding waves continually...

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A frothy mist shrouds the ground
A cool breeze drifts all around
A frosty chill doth surround
Solar rays no longer resound.

A plethora of colored foliage aboveground
A web of tangled, rotting roots underground
Chelones, Mums, and Golden Rod abound
In...

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The spring anthem doth now sound
Helpless eggs lie all around
Encased larva still tightly bound
Brooding mothers redound
Ingenious caretakers cover nest and mound
Ravenous predators scour tree and ground
Doting Queens have nests tightly wound
Succoring honey begins to compound
Aging...

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A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.

Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib it.

Then, absent of all jealousies,
acknowledging their need,
they...

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A mellowing stream bleaches amber gown
Producing a triage of yellow, orange and brown
Fall's residual wave with pageantry redound 
A plumed cloak doth stunted foliage crown
A vigil of decadence and decay doth abound
A fleeting shadow kisses the...

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So, What is real?
In a life of mystery in an ongoing wheel.
So, What is real?
When the value no longer appeal
So, What is matters? 
When no one cares to feel.

When you start to look around;
Seek for...

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