Long Ricocheting Poems

Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess...

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times...

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain...

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Things

I’m scared of the dark
I’m scared of all the things I’ve said to you
I’m like a scared lark,
Running into you and things of that nature…am I full of rue?

I feel like I’ve said too much
I...

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“Words We Cannot Escape”

Words we can no longer speak

we tap dance over keys 
bruised blackly numb
Winter palette in hand 
Autumn now gone 

across white-washed notes fixated on stark enclosed walls 
the scent of old Lavender...

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Inevitable death defines afterlife - deux

Flinty stones figuratively rolling inside
whooping out that primal 
binaural beat of your drum
ma mind haphazardly 
ricocheting axon to neuron
inducing inxs of chaos 
wreaking entropy beheld 
by beauty and the beast
enveloping...

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Got caught in a shimmering, glimmering summer haze
Gone through anxiety and hallucinations — hate this phase
Don’t discard me when I’m trekking this road
This road of God’s abode…I admire and abide in it — He’s my...

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|SEVEN MINUTES UNTIL OUR DEMISE

{"Seven minutes left; the insistent buzz in my skull would never abrogate, it preserved on being continuously strenuous. 
My whacks on the veneer of the tiles went unheard of as my...

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Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish qua 
putrid offal getup. 

Missus Shaner (talon clawed, 
shriveled relic...

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The enemy draws near
I will not shed any tears,
For I'm stronger than fear
My cup is filled with cheers

The ugly beauty inside me will see me through
This shame and calamity that ended up in rue
The ugly...

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I'm sorry momma.
I'm sorry father.
I couldn't be the man you raised.
You instilled me with morals and values,
from which I chose to stray.
I chose to leave those college days,
just to be on the streets stuck in...

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Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee

consumed later at night than usual
finds me bright eyed and bushy tailed
amply lively to learn 
about an American radio 
and television personality and pioneer
Wee Willy Weber,
who prominently and popularly reigned...

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In the copper-clad cradle of time
where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams.....
the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts.....
veiling the calculus of progress
a manuscript etched by steam and soot.

Hark The hiss of pistons proclaims
a triumph—or perhaps a dirge—
for we...

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Alfredo always abhorred angry approaches
After an amigo accosted after an argument
And, afterward, Alfredo abstained arguing,

Because blackening bruises betrayed blather
Berniccio blindly behaved better, bravely
Becoming brotherly before blasting bullies!

Carefully commandeering calmer Carlos,
Claiming cool comradeship courageously
Communicated clever candid...

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Let me tell you this in pure honesty…
I’m far from simple…a fantasy in reality frankly
I ricocheted…I danced for you, baby…
Yeah, I ricocheted…like a horse shoe maybe!

I’m a cowboy without his horse

Give it your best shot
I...

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Cash strapped despondent citizen banker
in unrelenting deep purple Depeche Mode crisis...

the yeast you could do
for a crusty and crabby old man,
(who I know 
like the back of my clawed hand),
albeit well bred wordsmith doth wonder,
whose...

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Cash strapped despondent citizen banker
in unrelenting deep purple Depeche Mode crisis...

the yeast you could do
for a crusty and crabby old man,
(who I know 
like the back of my clawed hand),
albeit well bred wordsmith doth wonder,
whose...

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O n c e upon
 a medieval arc, 
when the coral night 
 was engrossed in 
     fuchsia epitaphs of fireflies,
your fingers,
  embalmed
in the fangs of february moon,
shredded the love...

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When cyan night's 
raspberry moon
is dipped in softness 
of the afterglows, 
I gaze at that glossy
first evening star between 
creamy fingers of 
my cherry palm, 
which trace lunar kins -
those angelic fireflies, 
twinkling and pirouetting,...

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Dear poetry soup family, today is a very special day as we celebrate the birthday of a new year star ~ my lovely, Ink Empress. She is one of the kindest, compassionate and purest soul...

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S t r e n g t h ~
a somersaulting sigil
you wear in stillness,
when the gold of ascending dawn
kisses the skin of sleeping sand,
when the skylark softly
serenades serenity for the unseen,
while I trace the running...

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“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker 

The sun
w a n e s into the saline swell,
and the ether
undresses corseted ruminations,
while heart follows...

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Rippling, rippling
Like a river flows
Like a river stone
Ricocheting, ricocheting
Like a ball goes
Time stands on its own

That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes...
Oooh ohhh oooh
Oooh ohhh oooh
That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes

We’re rippling, rippling
Like a...

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I
Hear the bouncing of the balls--
Basketballs!
What a sound of merriment they cause when each ball falls!
How they echo, echo, echo,
Inside the gymnasium walls,
Arriving at a crescendo
While the spectators shout “Bravo!”
Drowning the referee’s calls;
And the players...

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"We can't ever fathom, 
     when the ceasing flicker of hope 
                   ...

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"free from conditioned belief 
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself” - Unseeking Seeker

Faith is more than a mere noun,
       phrased within...

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Would you cover me in hydrangeas of healing,
 when cold is the heavy air I breathe,
alone without you, beside me? 

O’ magnolia-chime, melodiously ricocheting~
above silent fields of Swarovski orchids,
this lunar-glazed love 
remains my euphonious elixir,
and...

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