Long Reproachful Poems

Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones,
At the café where steaming cups held time hostage,
Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity.
A young American, as if sculpted from sunshine itself,
And she, like...

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He heard the car and came running,
Jumped and whirled in the air,
Barking his happiness! 
Dad lifted her down in her yellow-flowered 
Camisole  and high heeled shoes.
The dog dropped,
His hind quarters hunched down,
Body sprung parallel...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect...

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It’s a ballet of carefully choreographed mistakes
a tiptoe dance through a delicate maze 
a sudden splinter to catch a thorn
barefoot floor where the eggshells are strewn

Playing the hide and seek of apology 
the simple words...

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Did the creator(s) of his chemicals
wreck his chemicals ?
Or did he recklessly
wreck them on his own ?
He stormed almost violently
through the evening, half an hour after dark,
scowling and barking at enemies unseen;
he seemed to be...

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Torrents of melancholy brine cascade from leaden skies;
Mirroring the salty streams of tears that seep from my sapphire eyes;

Folded limbs of bruised porcelain reach out to feel the patter of the rain;
Each stinging drop a...

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Inner self renowned free; owned only by me in the thicket of the woods which is ticket to the 
goods. Lovely dew drop, tear drop worries obliterated by the sun. Rings true that I don't...

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Fat girl.
There she stood, waiting for the number 4 bus,
(She needs a size thirteen at least)
Wearing the clothes that only skinny girls can get away with
(they get away with murder)
Seams taut and strained
by puddles of...

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oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!,
when I glance upon your shadow, gray,
I thought beauty for sure ever lasted,
but now I'm enveloped with dismay.

The ocean waves would shamelessly recede,
an ardent attempt at flattery, I suppose,
man after...

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INVASION OF DREAMLAND 


How is it that you still invade my dreams and stir up such feelings of desire?
Motives reproachful for me you had yet subconsciously suppressed you are'nt
Not a thought for you during waking...

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For Timothy Lee, the best of me
Eyes meet over sips of morning coffee;
Warmth travels thru both my body and heart,
While you couch-settle around and near me.
I value sharing a perfect day’s start.

I enjoy each fun,...

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it was not so much that it was pulled back
but that the release was a push
a spool of thread falling from the table
the gentle undulation of fiber through the air
that was the way you threw...

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With breathless haste and trembling hope 
Comes April's long awaited day. 
Flannels fitted, cleats are cleared. 
Bats all polished, heroes cheered. 
The rosters set, the lineups made. 
Dispel all such reproachful pain, 
Of past defeats,...

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Sluggish suppurating symbol of disgust,
Dragged wailing into a reproachful life
Child of wrath and sloth and lust
All she will ever know is
Strife

Curdled flesh clings to a brittle scaffold
Pebbled orbs recline in sunken hollows
Starving slavering mouth unfolds
Engulfs...

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Silence breaks from atop the ancient Oak
I discern his small waiting shadow
Where others glimpse only spired branches
Tossing against the cerulean skyline
Sharp eyes of obsidian depths
Follow my intent of movement
Talon perched within the canopy
Simply waiting for...

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Faultfinding words—the sticks; reproachful glances—the stones,
each one flung through visors of human blinders.
Every emotional prick they create shatters the bones
as one more revolution of the breaking wheel is entire.

Seeing all and sundry as a personal...

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True friendship is rare
It’s one in a million
A mirror image, a twinning
Mutual acknowledgement
In knowing
She’s the one 
Who pays attention
Listens with intention
Can read your thoughts
Before you think them
With whom you share
Truth
Respect
Consideration
Humour
Joy
Pain
Love
No conditions
Sometimes critical
Even reproachful
But always understanding
Who...

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