Long Repainting Poems

You were a puppeteer. Sitting at your desk, you crafted me, delicately you painted a smile upon my face, so I was always happy – so I appeared always happy. Then, you began to play...

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I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new,
Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo.

I adored laboring with colors I loved, in my fashions,...

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Along the corridors both in white overcoats,
I think that’s what unifies us, what charges the environment
Even with light shakes and occasional jades
With larks pretence to just keep the handshake a little longer
Every meeting moment, both...

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Another storm threatens to come in,
feeling my responsibility
for uncaring
and unresponsive history

Fearing you
more than loving us

Setting out your pails
and plastic tubs
to catch cold
and dreary drips

Impaled remembering
past wet enemies
becoming darker spots
as moist tears terrorize,
building mold untold
as yet...

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He’s gone.
	Just like that.
Poof.
	I walk home,
My head filled with Kyle.
	I miss him and,
A stupid letter,
	Won’t compensate, 
For the fact,
	That he’s gone.
I live in a slanted house.
	That needs serious repainting,
Steps that bend with every stride,
	And needs...

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Though years slip by through time
  if you live long enough and rewind;
  you get to see that history
  is ever a  repetitive cyclic mystery.

Refugees and immigrants raped
  always seeking...

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I would ride a rhinoceros for you
ride it to Timbuctoo
and bring you back
all the golden sand of the desert in a bottle

I would overcome an octopus for you
dive it to deepest Atlantis
gathering up
pearls, sapphires, coral...

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At the crossroad  
Where I cried and rise to stardom 
Unchained from within 
And sing a song of freedom 
There my seed would be, shouting "Father well done" !

At the crossroad
Where the scriptures were...

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There should be an idle Olympics,
one where you don't cycle or run,
and instead of diving, there's synchronised skiving
where teams of  four get nothing done.
A training camp for doing little
would certainly pick up my vote,
full...

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Ambivalent pink heaven 
merging softly into ethereal earth’s stratosphere
With a vibrancy and star plunk, 
repainting the world with glittering hope.
Sprinkling it with love stars, 
surrounding the dreamers with uplifting majesty.

God smiled benevolently as He watched...

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Scrolling, not listening ;
You think that’s supportive?!
You think you’re the bomb?
Weak ass detonation 
Famous last words;
You call yourself an artist?!

Pretending to pay attention 
coming with anything but original;
Maybe that’s why you aren’t interested;
Weak ass contribution...

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“Satisfied and alone … Serene and reflective”


I, satisfied and alone, proceed
to walk this trail- as I do each new Fall;
not sought by many, but for me, indeed
a spot, well hidden and loved best of all.

Serene...

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Frozen flames pressed between each sheet
I flip every page while taking notes
Censoring every event in my past 
I fall deep when staring at the painting on the wall	
Every blink feels the same when in love...

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Reflection is music in spirit
Deception is gratification through 
ignorance; 
Decisions cover the wallpaper on the 
walls and furniture of
This stage we as actors play to these 
cosmic gapping wormholes;
Hope steering louder than the hounds 
camping...

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It really bugged him, that shadow lurking
in the depths of the corner just waiting.

He had tried moving everything around
to no avail, it hung there as if bound.

He felt as if it was watching him move
for...

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Another grim, grey story murmurs the morning headlines,

On top of grumpy wood

While a half-drank cup of coffee accepts its fate.

Like a basking lion,

The knife rests along the tops of a clean, white plate.

Morning’s glory tiptoes...

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(Duo rhyme in Honor of Mary Ports)

Butterflies & Moonbeams 

Of things that inspire I will write 
Whether things of day or by night 
    Butterflies and silver moonbeams 
   ...

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hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you  
to journey south
across america
from canada to mexico 
breeding new...

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Sorry for all the havoc i caused
And for old memories I've aroused

To be me is not something easy.
You had to go through a lot just to please me

I tried so much to forget
but it was...

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