Long Residues Poems

The noise aboard the motor boat reminds me that I was not alone
The high perspiration smell from the young couple sitting beside me
caused me to remember the green wood’s in Virginia and the squirrels
chasing each...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met...

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• rainfall - the blue summer sky making up her mind/you riding your bike from your university to your dorm/wind in your hair, you smile as it plants kisses on your cheek/there has been always...

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Behind the theatre's foyer,                               ...

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We have developed several economic models
for social justice and injustice.

OldSchool retributive justice,
punishing in fair exchange for offensive sins.

Newer distributive and redistributive (0)Sum
and Not Necessarily (0)Sum justice,
preferring equality of objective values
between consumers and producers
of both good...

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What wonders awaits you out there, the world is bright without fear, the morning and the evening will become one and the heavens will sing a wonderful song.

The birds will play the flute and the...

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Keep moving when times are tough, keep moving when you are out of luck, keep moving when the days are dark, keep moving when you hear the sound of the lark. Keep moving if you...

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A sodden dreg with wooden leg is dancing for a dime,

to sacred psalms and other balms, all ticking with the time.

He’s 22, he’s almost through, he’s melted in his prime,

his bane is firm, the canker...

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Beneath the snow blankets and spicy silence,
Where laughter blends with radiant lights,
Glistening on the night breath, kissing away the moments,
As December flows with its naked limbs and hide n’ seek reflections,
Soothing away the ache of...

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The Hay Meadow Creek divides my Parent's land
Its waters run clear and true
It then flows into the Prairie
Along untended Lincoln County lands.

The Prairie is a little wider
A little deeper too
Its banks are a little more...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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Was it her or was it him?
Was it the mixed signals of dixie,                      ...

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I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis,
passing chambers of an Heiress
(though no need to feel embarrassed)
through a magic mystic mirror hanging curtainless.

A glimpse near naked alleyways (denuded by the moon) ex-
poses...

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Of first embrace and broken glass
I cherish that first spark
New light upon our forest' dark.

Do you recall that northern wind? 
It came at first so swift
Perhaps our growing light enraged
Poor Hopelessness', her whims denied
Inspired shadows...

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I have run three marathon since the break of dawn and have written three songs to humble the dishonest man but all the effort that I have made he still continue the shove dirt in...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities...

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Volcano

The mistress of the unknown covered with a strange material
Residues of what's left after an erruption, looks like surgical
Reaction of the unwanted visits, the peace of a ' criminal '
Leaving behind the rests of a...

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The Monk of Mock has fled the flock caught knocking up a tween.
     (She brought to light the special rite he sought to leave unseen.)
    With profaned eyes...

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                     In the depths of the cosmos, a river flows,
a conduit, and vessel of prose,...

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Exulansis

I am twenty two winters, six heartbreaks, infinite breakdowns and two (near) deaths old. 

1. My skin is nothing less than a graveyard of ink upon which every man i loved is allowed to leave...

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Yet My Mind Holds Invincible Summer Hues

Bitter cold, ice ravages red-cliffs in my veins
Yet my mind holds invincible summer hues
O' Darkness thy black-hand my spirit restrains
Tho' thy power rages from thy dark Lord's pews

Flee thee...

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I am patently smitten 
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway...

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Mornings fade into evenings, evenings slip into nights.
Day colors spill from their pails, then seep into
valleys, wind caves and shale.

The Painted Desert bleeds into a Stygian hue
as the heat reaches up to embrace the moon
and...

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THE DEPARTED	

Covered, closed and sealed
Fist after fist of moist sand
Laid to rest
The walk back now for the living
A drive to return to an empty abode
Wouldn't it be so much better to also bury the memories...

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Life has meaning when there is love enough to care and to share.
A song comes to mind about feeling free and walking on air.

In a protected cocoon; I was body tissue, yes, but more.
So much...

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