Long Refract Poems

The Killing Field”

Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but...

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The Killing Field”

Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but...

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Behold! 

A gaping black-
Curtains of a heaven, drawn
Set adrift
Across the wilt of the zodiac! 

An’ so, she emerged

An’ madness dreamt into reality 
A bow, to tether-
Then glide down humanity
Every heart string, to vibrate an’ tear-
Tooth...

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The root word for religion is not kind – 
Latin verb that means to tie or to bind – 
as it tends to play tricks on anyone’s mind. 

For some, the edicts lash; they mercilessly...

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At this dawn of "bon voyage", 
after million escapades of 
blindfolded fate, I'm trespassing
through the pirouetting pigments 
of fading frolics and 
windsurfing towards rose-oiled 
beams of glossy sun as its 
gossamer grandiose has 
finally enveloped...

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Im half awake, and glaring at the sunrise
distant brilliance slowly eating at my dry eyes
squinted to best witness the aureate Apollo
refract off blades soaked through with dew
heaven's first blush, midsummer quiet, and coffee scent
cast clarity,...

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Looking through frosted glass of windows' sorrowed pain I who

Reflects upon the frozen condensation in the shelter of my mind

Delight that there are crystals on the panel which refract the joy


On the grace bestowed upon...

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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully red or crimson or scarlet 
Greens of sage and emerald...

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Is just Love an oasis in ‘desert of self’
Where my talents seem fossilized bones with no life?
I bless remnants of forebears (expired, long past prime)
That caress life, the breeze that cools brow, whose moist breath,
Does...

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Once again, I've spent my day
drifting among the drifting dunes
staring at colorful bits of ocean-tumbled glass
that shimmer, sparkle
and refract the still-warm October light
in my shaking uncertain hand
as though I was looking
into my very own past...

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Noise in her Mind

I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being
                   ...

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I am beautifully broken.
 
Don't get me wrong. I don't think I'm beautiful. But I do think I'm beautifully broken. Before Fet, I hated being called broken. It was an insult. It meant I needed...

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Sustain your strive; nobody will ignore them entirely.
Your life will have a whole hot tune if you're brave.
When things turn out badly, we might be in a fury.
But, yielding is not for you even in...

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The morning sun stretches across the sky, 
charging a palette of blues, greens and chalky coastal whites.  
The smell of salt is carried by the early morning humid wind, 
and seagulls search for their...

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I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being we share beauty and

bedlam boudoir and kindest of spirits as she walks like a cat woman hears like

a bat feeds birds quietly...

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The first, carefree summer day a somnolent tune doth swagger
An intense heat hovers then releases a permeable dagger 
Sapped of inner resolve, at noon retired to shaded bower, a truant 
lagger
At eventide, resuscitated from the cool...

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There is no plural. There is only singular.
Space-time creates the illusion of individuality,
a veil fracturing the singular into the appearance of many.

What we perceive as separateness dissolves in truth.
Every thought, action, and being is not...

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She is not made of atoms,
but aftermaths—
the kind that linger in a room long after
the lights remember to flicker back on.

Her spine?
An origami of fallen yesterdays,
creased by collapse,
but folded forward into flight.

They call it resilience,
but...

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  Don't take me Lightly (Poem on Light) 

I am Mr. Light
Listen to my plight

Physicists call me diplomatic
But still, for them, I am aristocratic

Sometimes, I am a corpuscle
Casting Shadow for an obstacle.

I also behave...

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Agape Love is first to our Lord above all things,
Colour of love would be red like an apple of desire,
Which gives off power passion and pulls heart strings,
It’s like a race that never ends and...

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mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens
molded together, patchwork of leans
drowning withouts more than floating withins
mindsided promises, neglectful of ends
dripdry conundrums in, neat stagnant rows
labias monotonous, pink ugliness grows
necrofeelya coagulants, defy deadbeat hearts
knooseful riddance, mattressinal...

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Incredibly fast and yet so tiny
Dressed in feathers that refract the sunlight
Radiating such colourful beauty
Producing a true birdwatcher's delight

Suspending a living feathery mass
Wings beating at eighty times per second
Create a blur which for a short...

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Frolicking minds under benevolent skies
Set into motion spectacular emotions
Painting orange hues on silken textiles
As lovers embark on a path to paradise

Horizon bends listening to ocean tidings
Emanating from voices of rippling images
When twilight beams refract under...

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What is in a Name ! ?
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I have been walking the hallways of, and have to say,
" this has been one long and very Blue Monday. "
I think of the Beauty in your name Xiao...

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Unbelt the stars 
Indeed, let them fall...
Open up, breathless scars
Answer to their call-
Take the world
An' crumple it all, up 
Into a pin-sized ball

Let the stars fall
Let the stars fall

For it is all...
Mere flicker in the...

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