Long Retained Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected...

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I live in America, as in the United States of America, and that used to mean something. At least to me it did. And it’s not so much in how I was raised but in...

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Shortly after the naming they made arrangements to visit Jessica's home in Nordgrend.  Her father, Raðulfr, sadly, had also succumbed to the last ringing of life's chimes as time's pendulum could no longer be...

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While I was walking through a meadow, of blooms and sunshine,
I stopped to spread my blanket, for a gay picnic at lunchtime.

It was very pleasant, and I had brought many good things to eat.
Afterwards I...

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Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
In collaboration with Robert Lindley

Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond, into the woods
With hearty breakfast, soul could be truly blessed
This...

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"House of lies, pride and bone, 
The gauzy instability in my augmentation, I feel the hostility commence deep into my lanes. I prom in the masquerade of the mirror and cannot identify myself as an...

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Yesterday I was in a little funk
because I got peed on by a big skunk
             took a long shower
    ...

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Alas, until that fateful day when strange events arose around him
The uncontrolled powers he felt within
Growing stronger as his fight to hide them grew ever more dim
At last bursting forth to be revealed once again.

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For...

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• By daniel miltz •


You're not born with cool, you've got to find it. A leather jacket that fits like a glove knows it. Cool is an act. Cool is by learning to stand out...

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One day in my shop, as many before,             
there appeared a beggar at my back door.   
His dirty old hand held...

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Tribute to the Wolf

I am of your nation (Cherokee)
I have travelled far to find my family
 (They are scattered across America)
Boundaries are now gone
I know you as you know me

My Mother taught me so
I know...

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Then again, was a realm in tandem with another realm. There's no way to judge the distance as each one has a value of its own. Surrendering to the infinite vortex 'cause there's no captain...

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Tommy Tucker was a youth of slight build, seeming younger than twenty,
Which was Tommy's true age; like a lone, silver star, apart from the plenty.

Tommy was well known for his great singing voice, so silky...

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born two days 
after ole Punxsutawney i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax 
nest resembled Rastafarian hair weave, 
which creature rattled with ire and peeveishness, 

when rudely roused from his...

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Destined for the hopefulness of dawn,
Dewy eyed, mist like tears forced themselves
From the corners of sorrowful eyes, resting
On the sunrise, briefly elated by the melody –
Music in colors, graceful and blazing,
Never hesitating behind the guitar’s...

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Tonight I grow tired of keeping the secrets that were spark within my visions.  I 
must tell someone of what I saw and how the end came to be.  From the 
beginning we...

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My faith is a source of comfort
In the turbulent storm that has become my life
After all, God has graced me with special powers
But when it comes to my personal anguish, his ways are unknowable
I have...

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Do you know what happened 
At 11 p.m Tuesday night
I guess you must have it
However much I protest-
But do you know

Of course you don’t:
The victory of ignorance
Come on! I will enlighten you

I took the bi-valve
Flung...

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Shana Aubrey Harris born two days after ole Punxsutawney 
   i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
   of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax nest 
   resembled a Rastafarian hair...

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When we pleasantly stroll down
the streets or boulevards
of any historical city or town,
we  stops pensively and reflect deeply
by the magnificent monuments erected for the great;
and reading the engraved words,
we are astonished by the accomplishments
of...

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Life was not a bed of roses for many women
             who, for time eternal,
             left footprints and paved our path, so we can walk...

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His voice raised, with the right hand
And a proud, angry face to the sky,
The sage chanted mastered hymns aloud;
His strange mission was to send
King Satyavrata into the abode high;
The latter was under a cloud of...

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My first poem on the soup:


Honouring the Wartime Dead

They fought with grit to save the nation, 
From poverty, squalor and infidelity, 
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them, 
Who would suffice to...

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First I lost my mind, then my heart.
And then my senses, I lost the whole of me. 
I was absolutely broken without immediate solution.
But they say time would heal,
When I was downcast from the top...

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He sat himself down on the edge that evening with the gravest of sadness trickling with his tears and a whimper that shook his body. As he fixed his position to one more suitably comfortable,...

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