Long Romanced Poems

It was on a beautiful Sunday, that I was relaxing in the park,
Obtaining all the bliss I could, before blue skies grew dark.

The air was filled with songs, and bees were bloom to bloom;
And the...

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Four of eight decades rest in the past
So fortunate but how long can this last
I’ve romanced, loved and married
Living a life ever so harried

Raising a family, I’ve worked hard
A successful career achieved without fear
I’ve traveled...

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Our bank accounts nearly emptied so we could afford a vacation; two young working girls who'd never been far from home. We were looking forward to finding love on a romantic tropical island. Maybe someone...

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I immerse myself in your subtleness
And romanced with your innate madness
I look for a place to reside
So that I can have you close by my side
I wandered around the solitary room
Trying to hold back my...

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just within reach?

things!
lots of things!

stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even one 
consonant or one vowel he wrote.
with an artist who...

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I know that I was born insane 
to love so much the face of Death. 
Insanity romanced me even when 
a child still dwelled beneath infernal skin.
Why could society not understand 
that all I’ve ever...

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A warm sultry summers night, a silver crystal formed in
the corner of an eye. Trickled and rolled a gentle cheek,
fell to earth where all was dry. Whence it touched the 
ground did speak, an Orchid...

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What a sad day out on the farm;
A raccoon got a chicken, did harm.
At the edge of the heather,
The large pile of feathers
Was enough to raise the alarm.

Bat and Gat knew they’d need an assist,
So...

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The cottage was no more than just a shack,  
But it certainly took memories back,
To that place, where I spent all my young days,
Living and learning, it’s all quite a haze. 
Yes poor, but...

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With anyone daring or caring enough to listen, he shared stories of experiences he had with her, about moments shared and places they went. When we met, he sensed in me someone he could trust....

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The wind is blowing, trees are bent. 
It's time. I have to be out there! 
Really need a board for rent 
Else it's gonna be a nightmare. 

For me and others beside me.
To listen to...

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I beckon nature to play her Symphony of Spring
when everything comes alive, revived once more.
When resident avian will have a chorus as backup, 
perched along limbs and branches of aged oaks,
arrayed in dresses the hue...

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In Ancient Graveyard Of Hidden Poems, Truth Danced


In ancient graveyard of hidden poems, truth danced
Hiding deep, as romance keeps, a girl romanced
I a young man let verses sing as they pranced
Yet folly was true, gambling...

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"Picasso Blues"



Blue Sky
met
Blue Feather 
on a 
Blue Day
Collaborating
a slow dance
across the 
lost dance floor 
crowded
with more 
than a thousand 
hidden
keys to truth
ignoring  
a thousand
poker playing
game changing
whispers blinking
in the dark room
poetically 
seduced 
immersed in
mirrors 
shades...

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Walking the deck for you
I noticed the wood beneath my feet 
old boards
I stretch myself 
 as far as the horizon
Trying to expand myself for you

You ask so much of me
You push my boundaries beyond...

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"Transfiguration"



Radiant crystalline
a lighter body 
you romanced the 
divine in my mind

you touched my 
you touched my
you touched my 

soul

Diamond snakeskin 
shed, peeled back 
your luminescence shining pure
through my many fractured cracks 

all your lines bleeding...

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Holy Georgina
Mother of Regina
Pray for me in this sanctified arena
That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina

With your scintillating fingers around my oesophagus
How do I stop your wind and take a breather?

Maybe it was I that...

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Once A Wild Child Of The Exploding Sixties

We were young, waiting universe lay ahead
too foolish to see danger or feel dread.
What of Love? It was hungry and all around
no need to ask life questions too...

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(Written at 3:00 am on a motorcycle between Sedona and Flagstaff)

I want to write dirty and convoluted,
connected and wet
And in the mess of my words
Feel the stain run down 
Over the nice clean ordered objective,...

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Congolese Dreams: 

Yesterday, I cried.


Yesterday, I cried for the lies I told.
I cried for the pain I caused my mother and her nursing hands.
I cried like a child left to wander in silence--to take up...

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When perspective’s slant is romanced,                              ...

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I boarded as a martyr, 
not to play with scarlet sins
convinced my way was chartered, 
I'd be safe in holy folds
but patient, pregnant umbras came,
their membranes black and blue,
all bred at sea in countless numbers
just...

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Oh! - Answered he, who is the sculptor of the forest's soul,
-	I've lived in the songs and myths,  in the hair
Of maidens who romanced me, and in my own nightmare.
There is an ellipsis right...

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At dawn when you look through the crevice of a window you
will see nature's iniquity: a colorless world, frozen tear drops
sprinkled as ash from heaven, and the wet-wind from autumn's breath--given birth at a glance.

At...

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The cottage was no more than a shack,
But it kinda took me back,
To that place, I grew up and spent me days,
Livin and learnin, its all sort of a haze.
We was poor, but always had...

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