Long Ribboned Poems

Folk purchase this celeb’s new candle
 It’s something my brain cannot handle
 ‘Smells like my v’gina’ 
Could give folk angina
 This fragrance has caused quite a scandal 

Inspired by a comment from a fancy friend...

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In a foreign lush green sprawling land
A patchwork carpet stitched together
In shades of tawny browns yellows and green
Rugged rock forest and wind-swept moor
Is a awe-inspiring spectacle to be seen

In summer's adorned frock adorned bushes and...

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*Image of Until We Meet Again by MVid.

A Heavenly Christmas List

An endearing Christmas list too precious to reserve
as a blessed season occasions its heartfelt deserve;

My older brother was the firstborn,
he was well-skilled, seemingly self-born,
a cunning...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
    from smooth syllables~ 
tackling chaotic currents 
with chamomile magic...

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I would become more respectful
during this EarthSoul incarnation
empowering my mortal EgoBody.

Earth feeds humanity gratitude.
Humanity breeds future EarthSoul
from generation breathed
and spawned
and beaten
and bled into regeneration.

To let go of Ego's comfort Home
is to grow eco-responsive strength,
flowing resilience...

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Dynamically spiraling fractions
of potentially integral energy
win/win cooperative
and win/lose disruptive

Against peaceful eight octaves
of eight
is one hundred per day
full-octave spectral revolutions
during bilateral peace-sentry nights

DoubleBinary
for fractal 4 = NonZero ReGenerative
indigenous spacetime dynamic
century sensory wisdom

Integrity's sacred RightBrain ReWeaving Potential
to...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these...

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Listen to the shifting winds 
carrying musical meteors,
there soars floating
letters between 
lyrical lines,
emanating runes
that reflect 
revolving rhymes
of faith within
and beyond.
For we are more than
just spectators or actors, 
in this theatrical life,
we are the assigned 
maestros...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY GERRY JONES (Houston Rockets and Houston Texans),
THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS, VICKIE VILLEGAS, JOHN R. BADHAM (Fordham),
(Assisted by Samuel R. Vargas)

Remembering ALWAYS THE TRUE GENIUS OF APPLE COMPUTER...
THE MEN,
THE WOMEN,
OF...

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Music is an undying 
art of soul ~ 
an abstract eden, where, 
euphonious unicorns 
glide in strawberry sonatas, 
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight, 
when fuchsia feathers
tease those 
jingling breezes, 
infusing breaths
in every lifeless aroma;
where I...

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He sits in a wheelchair pushed to the curb.  The people around him move aside to assure he is able to see.  His shrunken body  a shell of what it used to...

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“Peace is found amidst seclusion. When zealous zephyrs emanate lilac light for lovers, longing for a poetic paradise” ~ Poet 

 Close your eyes, lend your ears~
to the Universe…
In silence you will hear
the turquoise seas
call...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom, 
stealing royal violets 
from the smokey estuaries 
flowing beneath the...

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Time and tide again waits for no man
tempest-tossed upon life’s billow
The hull or the dinghy
Serves as a fortress
Though steady on its keel
Knocked his wits and sense
As he vacillates between levity and despair
Caused by his unbridled...

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Buying corporate profit tickets
to this June's PRIDE event
does not feel therapeutic,
where once lived public trauma.

Another annual rite
of well-bred socialization
political masturbation
with no flavor of resistance
to white-washed Capitalism's greed,
to straight Patriarchalism's need
to rapaciously breed
to gluttonously feed
on humble...

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He stood stalwart
watching western dusk
promising pink and red ribbon of light
crevice of Presence
between dual dark starless night
and vaguely outlined Earth's end of bright
for yet another day's journey 
through spatial time,
diurnal rhyme.

Boot journeyed feet planted
centering weight...

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Still Around Although Departed.

Although out of reach and out of touch
Although they are no longer seen by eye
Losing someone you love dear
Doesn’t mean they completely gone or die

For like a gentle warm summer breeze
That whispers...

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He masquerade through out the ball 
Pretending to be every Jon to get a doll 
He teased, he laughed, he juggled it all 
This devil was no baby from the fall 

Enjoying trickery as everybody...

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Not a true Choka...but uses a 5,7,7,5,7,7 format 
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Chill, steaming vapour;           
Silence over pale water;       ...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber in
watercolor coffins 
with opaque metaphors,
weaving hoaxed 
hymns of the nascent...

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Life seems
at times,
sometimes chronically usual
and sometimes more critically unusual,
Life seems to see a too large familial
and/or global space
between Winning outside less
and not Losing inside more,

Life unfolds feelings
differentiating between usually 
and just sometimes
would be a healthier...

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How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the  blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny...

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Upon a bridge within a scene, I breathed so many shades of green
I listened to a chuckling stream, and lingered while I heard it dream
Of so much joy and so much peace, a sense of...

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Jewels of Africa.

The saffron Queen spins the lilac sky,
her rays flick crimson cinders into Royal Blue Oceans.
Submerge, sizzle, frizzle...going, going, gone! ...But Not.
Cumulus clouds drizzle pepper fog over pink Flamingos, homeward bound.

Tea-green Botswana bush,
teeny, tiny...

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