Long Retrospection Poems

The Legacy

Teenaged girl of only eighteen years she was when
Hastily betrothed to a man who was twice her age then
By parents who were overwhelmed with fear and worry
About four daughters who they had to send...

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Stray not to evil’s dark enticement,
Instead heed what is good,
Against what’s wrong, in the end bereavement,
For those who failed to stood.

Stray not to debauchery’s wild call,
Tis a short road to death,
A body must not have,...

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Pulled together
by a magnetic avoidance of loneliness,
fueled by an insatiable ardor
to evade a shortage of love.
Mutually splintered souls searching
for a place to embed and
implement a façade which conceals
mutilated minds.

Spurious attempts to disarm 
the timebomb which...

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Deep in my thoughts, floats a harmonious strain - 
                          ...

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In times of retrospection we discover
The miles our vagrant compass trekked 
Silent horrors from which we recovered
What be righteous or unworthy we assess

For to all children life is not toys and hugs
Or enchanting dances on...

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In our life-building engagement…
may genuine love prevail, upholding our commitment.

For this evaluative retrospection endeavour 
may we respond with sincerity to show our caring* fervour. 

Within our partnership, may lonely hearts find their home
feeling the warmth...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren...

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Power is too devastating a concept for the groundlings to scourge on.

Instead, we thrive on inspiration,
A hope that things could change.

And those luxurious bourgeoisie that roam the outskirts of reality, have no limits,
 But unfortunate...

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“To be or not to be: that is the question”*
Shakespeare’s wise words, worthy of introspection…
Such was first brought to my young mind’s discretion
During an English grammar class instruction
When teacher in her earnest presentation
Discussed “infinitives” to...

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...dedicated to Allen Tate


The golden sheen has turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what...

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Jaina Dharma

Jaina Dharma, my divine path to Moksha or salvation
to achieve my soul’s ultimate liberation;
through self-effort, non-violence, non-absolutism, non-possessiveness,
renunciation, retrospection, introspection, serenity, and stillness.

I bow in veneration to those already liberated,
traveling on the prescribed paths...

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Line of enquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be...

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In an unreal pre-dawn half-light
I gazed with much surprise
Across the darkly flowing Rhine
With newly-wakened eyes.
The vista on the river bank 
Was as within a dream.
A vision wonderful, surreal,
Exquisite it did seem.
These were not mountains, lochs...

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THIS IS A THRENODY, 
SO PLEASE SING ALONG, 
IT'S LIKE A VERY SAD SONG, 
ABOUT FOLKS WHO'S DEAD WRONG. 

HIS MOTHER CRIED OUT IN THE NIGHT, 
HIS FATHER SCREAMED IN RAGE, 
INSTEAD OF MAKING THINGS...

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Star bright...city star lights
glitter and gleam...nocturne dream
S.A.D.days age quick
Time Square...nostalgic bliss

Time ceased the city's alive 
Six sense corporate media's jive is
pervasive,invasive yet rudely persuasive
aerosol graffiti tagged wall mural ads
modern pollution spawns the clean air movement
terrorist...

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On you, it was my heart that was set.
And I knew, I was in love with you, 
Before the first time, we had ever met.

But to you, no more, could I possibly,
See a way, to...

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The miasma of Understanding 

Been raining and the pale nature is green again like a new spring, but 
it is a fake spring, in end of November winter will pale all living plants in 
submission....

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"we are
All pawns in the chessboard of an
Unknown skilled magician..." (By Poet)

On a calm tranquil afternoon,
When playful chirping and cooing  
Of birds lavishly entertain my throbbing senses,
I drown myself in reverie and retrospection,
Of times...

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Ruth’s Choice

Crossroads on a maize and dusty colored road –
Sorrowing eyes look past
Golden days into eyes of tears –
Grieving –
Words swallowed go unspoken
Choices for daughters,
Not born of the same womb,
From a daughter brought here by...

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The golden sheen has turned to rust, 
from Gucci to a garment bag, 
the joy to ghostly lamentations, 
how the weighted seconds drag. 
Blind and deaf to consecration, 
weak the beatings of the heart, 
barren...

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PRESENT PERFECT in SUMMER SCHOOL

CONJUGATION
I have yearned
Thou hast returned
He has departed
She has kissed faint hearted
We have voiced warm greetings
They’ve had timid meetings

The young ones the old ones
The joiners and the out-in-the-cold ones
The sad boys the...

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There is something truly wonderful and sublime,
with poetry written by a years skilled writer;
these writers in time have written amazing poems,
            or perhaps only...

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“Mystic Moment with you”

A natural look of who I am on the inside.
A reality check of who you are on the outside.

A mirror facing west makes the difference in you and me.
Open your eyes and...

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