Long Rhapsodize Poems

Heaven’s chill clouds hide blazing stellar light.
Winter wet with fresh white flakes falls tonight.
A morose man maunders at his baby grand, 
Keys awaiting the touch of bony hands.

A sunlit melody from two souls’ springs
With a...

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The Hunter


(His identity and his prey)

Love is blind, deaf, dumb and stupid.
I blame it all on the imp called Cupid.
No warning shot did he let fly
Before his arrow struck the bulls eye.

The poisoned point of...

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My genealogical family tree
was traced by a relative distant,
thus uncovering ancestral names for me,
of some who had seemed nonexistent.

The past came alive in my fantasy world
with visions of settings dramatic,
as I felt myself in scenario...

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Love is blind, deaf, dumb and stupid.
I blame it all on the imp called Cupid.
No warning shot fired over my head
His arrow struck and brought me dread.

The poisoned point of that lethal dart
Was the reason...

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How comes the moon to shine on high?—
a simple query, so it seems…
Yet though its glow can light the sky,
from where arise those silver beams?

Do we imagine gleaming rays
from self-illumined orb of night
still visible through...

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"Every leaf speaks bliss to me fluttering from the autumn tree."

                       ...

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In the middle of the night, 
when the butterflies
dance to the moon's song,
I create constellations 
with the map of my soul, 
allowing astral lights 
across feathery skies 
to guide my chrysalis 
heart back to an...

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The shakles are undone

The bullits quit the gun

The heat that's in the sun

Will keep us when there's none

The rule has been disproved

The stone it has been moved

The grave is now a groove

All debts are removed...

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Which kids long to hear a sweet lullabye...
when they are cuddled up in their beds,
when the vagrant moon won't shine on them to make them sigh?
Would you say they are those being loved by caring...

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Hastening t'ward the grayscale skies,
 On gilded wings an angel flies.
 While demons wail of their despise;
 Hiss and moan, their sole reprise.
 A lightning flash; the angel sighs
 A rush of wind, and then...

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I wander in the wonderland of words
where sounds can rhapsodize an inner flight
and seek to sing like skylark midst the birds.

To feel a lyric line is ringing right
that rose unknowingly from secret source
can send my...

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Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to...

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Unearthed, their vivid colors bloom as buds unfold
wafting in Mariah's breeze, in hues bright and bold
Beautiful flowers, mere words cannot rhapsodize
Secreted are their roots, from sight of human eyes

Concealed beneath the ground, tangled and gnarled
lies...

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Speak to me of true love
And I’ll show you a dog
Preach to me of wetlands
I’ll take you to a bog

Sing about sweet Christmas cheer
And we’ll read about suicide
Discourse on the sanctity of childhood
I’ll teach you...

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