Long Remembrances Poems

A Night On A Wharf

The couple decide to walk. The boardwalk still lit at this late hour guides them. They walk hand in hand,..whispering softly with small talk...solemn.,. lonely , yet together. The walk is...

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MY Collaboration with Ricky Nelson in the Last Days of 1980

The eventful news of that day about what was found on board that crashed plane, won't replace that particular memory of Mr. Rick Nelson's hearty...

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Act 3. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

My eyes went blank. That's how it goes when
you have been doubly knocked flat on your back
in half an hour. He went, he went,
he went, he went, he went,...

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When I was very little, a lion lived under my bed ...

It sounds cute and funny now, but then it was a
Very real thing, and that lion terrorized me. Where
Did that lion come from? It...

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I got friggin heebie jeebies

Cuz buzzards circle o'er me
eyeing these lovely bones prithee
id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si
hence impossible mission 
to be lovey dove vee.

Vague remembrances of dream  
which recurred with frequency
transfixed by...

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Interview with The Most Beautiful Suicide -Evelyn Francis McHale - May 1, 1947

So Evelyn, yours is one of the most famous of suicides, since you chose to jump from the Empire State Building in 1947,...

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AUTUMNAL

            Clean clear cerulean sky calls Autumn after rainy season.
              Curtains...

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'Fragments and crumbs of life, all little pieces'

           John Ruskin   1853  




      FRAGMENTS OF LIFE

  ...

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And the cemetery was ageless... 

As I walked up to the elaborate granite bench your ashes had been buried in, I saw the forty-foot bronze angel that was watching over you during your rest. But,...

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Sobbing of Mother

Who would be more knower definition of love?
When mother’s son sleeps untimely on the pool of blood
Timid when fires bullet triggering gun
Nozzle remains to outlet without cause

There, price of tear of mother’s 
Crazy...

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His is the whispering voice echoing within the athlete’s field of dreams,
The harkening leader, a teacher of strength and confidence, whom takes
The raw abilities given unto an individual then molds it, shapes it until
This natural...

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Your devoted adoring Loving hands
Shields the abyss with trance
in utter bewilderment
As every hand is first an apprentice 
That slaves beneath The Temple Of LOVE
Your Loving hands have valor and daring
to weave my sorrow into a...

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Whichever Man

Beyond the window there is a stripping of the mind to the other side. Lost to the lost-world of pain, it gives way to blasphemy then begging.

It's not a touching side as yet but...

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At the end of summer as the days light grows shorter,
I’ll pack up the last pains of trouble, and live every tranquil
Moment of splendors warmth that I can!
In the burnet rays of sunshine, I’ll walk...

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I clearly remember a beautiful summer day
As we were there listening to the music play
We were young, and in love, and we dared to break the rules
Why, cause it's just what teenagers sometimes do
We were...

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As the apologetic sun
melts in hibiscus vase
of pastel-peach 
horizons and peels off
those pristine pigments 
of egoistic elegance, 
sailing upon 
aquamarine foam
of vanilla waves ~
where dignity
unveils a clemency
within catharsis, 
I dare to surrender
towards the 
pink-teal blends...

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Arlaghs, over the emerald green sea, 
they were advancing quickly,
the earth seemed to shake,
their run was relentless,
they were indeed fleet of foot,
already they had tasted of horse and man,
forward came these hordes of night,
across the...

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Note: "How can there have been such strife in a Morlde` filled with beautiful Music; &
how could there have been beautiful Music such in a Morlde` filled with strife?"  -Soupy 
Sales, 2012.

The 12 Panes...

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Breathless smiles pour over the seas
Enchanting oceans of beautiful memories,
Soothing graces, forever embraces –
Whispering light into the darkest nights,
Firefly inspirations, soothing and kissing nocturnal
Listening to the silence, sensations of hope
Kindness in caresses of June dusk,...

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3.

The great golden gates now are opening,
the Dark Man never does look behind,
as he hears footsteps softly approaching,
help does come from his rear.
Looking down to his right side, 
the Tigress she is standing there,
sword in...

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"Delete Or Save"


                 High technology now gives a choice
          ...

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… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing on the cusp: my dead-zone ecstasy
defiling
corrupting and
seduction-raping the
industry of numbness,
toilet-scream...

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Such Majesty There, Where Nature's Beauty Abounds

There it was deepest beauty all the way around
Whispering winds echoing most colorful sounds
Like a vision from a very passionate dream
Earth, sky unified into giant flowing stream
I lone interloper...

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Conquistador, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s tercets : Conquistador

Message to fellow soupers: I have been trying to upload, in vain, yet another translation of a 
 Paul Verlaine poem titled: "Ballade in favour of those called...

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I alone stand vigil over the memories of my past;
I alone feel the weight of them,
feel what it is to be
the man that past has created.
 
I stand, alone, beneath the stars and the moon,
contemplating...

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