Long Remoteness Poems

I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My...

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This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model.


I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails,
Like earth's charming, 365 day tales, of its seasonal, sightseeing avails.

I'd trekked...

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The random swaying of the truck on broken roads roused me from my slumber. The same random swaying that had pushed me past the threshold of sleep. There were snow clad mountains till the eyes...

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She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry and sallow from...

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She sat outside the coffee shop elbows 
propped up on a small circular blue metal table 
with a frosted glass top, starring intently 
at morning traffic and passersby. 
A partially eaten pastry on a paper...

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The breeze of the morn she sought.
     Her eyes were wild, as she thought.
Her hands tremble like a leaf on a tree.
     She marked her steps silently.
Sylphlike...

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You’re a execrable human being 
and people should see it 
no honour to reveal 
just a sicko no skill 
you target like a retard 
think you’re big think you’re hard 
a minion that the devil...

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I will board a plane
and visit the grave
of that brave soldier
who left his country
to defend the principles of liberty
banned by a heartless dictator
who praised a pure race.

In ocean-washed Normandy
the fierce battle went on for days,
American...

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It would be a disaster!
What would?
The defacing of the burial stones. 
Who am I communing with?
The council.
Ahh, that's not as mysterious as I'd hoped.

I might not have gone into the burial mound. I certainly didn't...

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" I Smote Thy Heart" 

by~ Richard Pickett

Upon the morrow, I shall take aim
with this slender feathered shaft at the heart of thee,
it shall pierce thee in the coldest of manners. Thou shalt
know from whence...

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A few quiet hours of solitude, detached from life by choice,
      Apart and withdrawn from humanity - the world;
Solitude, tranquility - O, sweet the peace and quiet,
   ...

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In the beginning, it was not too bad

Stay at home

Do not travel out

If you must stray, mask your identity

Distance yourself socially, seventy-two inches

An arbitrary amount

No visitors allowed

Lock your doors

My silver hair reveals my risk

Essentially, I...

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Caves are dark, dank, sinister havens for rising damp
Mere cavities in the ground, veiled from light of day
Yet caves are heralded, admired and cherished
For a swarm of reasons, just mind the bats

Caves are drop inns
Hikers...

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“The fervent garden grieves as the fallen flowers called love 
enwrap the shards of broken heart” – Quote by poet 


A sleek crack in remoteness is split open
in the rocky ledge of your garden
by a...

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Repeat    Prescription 
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Depression is my diagnosis 
This I feel my synopsis 
If I can I’ll try to explain 
In as many words that I...

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quiet
a few hours     ofsolitude   and silence
detached          and withdrawn
fromeverything       (nothingness)
  oh   sweetthepeace...

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I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
Because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
Frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryear's love lying
Uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying     ...

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I dreamt of a bygone past
through a real vision of mind,and
with wide-open eyes:  so real
was the lively dream
that all my senses savored
it as long as it lasted...

I traveled in captivity,
abandoned myself
to a journey in...

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I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryears' love lying
uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
to escape as a means of...

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I sense how flummoxed one becomes
staring at the starless night while the rising fog
drifts around the grotesque figures
more terrifying than a wild, hungry dog...
nobody notices another transient
challenging fear and being too persistent!

Walking through the grove...

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The Little White Church

The little white church, engulfed by the immensity
Of Douglas fir, Hemlock, and Western Red Cedar
On Nootka Island in Nootka Sound,
Confirms the remoteness of the Yuquot Village:
On the west coast of Vancouver Island.

The...

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In the remoteness of a shady forest,
where human presence is too rare,
wild deer have found a home to rest
and there they hide from their hunter
be it some heartless man, an eagle or bear;
they stay closer...

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Your memories perplex a confused mind.
A vast sea-like water spout erupts behind.
I morphed into what you were enduring.
We are once again being left in the wind.

Scars were tickled with scent of spring.
Tulip gardens and vivid...

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I have walked this path for all my life;
Following ancient footsteps.
Chasing Tecumseh's dream;
Guided by ThunderBeing.

Often in darkness;
I traveled alone.
Always circling back;
To my peoples' home.

Walking a trail;
That most forgot about.
In times of long past gone;
Me and...

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Curve on the lips pointing towards the left, 
purpose in concealing smile by theft,
fear concluding the tilt dutifully kept,
sheen so sacred for the humanly unkempt,
lie defeating truth and questions attempt,
to bury secrets and the joy...

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