Long Rosiness Poems

Inside worn and weathered walls,
Nobles and commoners
Gather and share 
In the field of rosiness.
Together, they are
Composed, well organized.
Each one partaking in blind optimism.
Knowing truly, that
The odds prevail.

Uneasy
My eyes penetrate
The bleached and waxen folds
Of my buttoned-up,...

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Tucked away and never been seen for half a decade and more, a box that brings to the fore memories galore.
     Been six years you passed away, since then I haven't...

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Through somber days with sleepless night,
Through howling winds with blistering bite


     I saw the weary man wandering by,
             ...

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There you dear my gentle 
Petal particular poetic rose of
My love. My subtle sultry noticeably 
Rose! aaah WHERE IS my most
Lovely pleasant bouquet of dismay?
Masterfully disturbing beauty of
Pure impartial love of my heart is
To much!...

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Late mid-life street woman she is...
I grew up with her under 
mango trees now softly drooping
their shoulders much like hers.. but she,
still shaped like a Boticelli urn, wrapped
in arms diaphanous  in flesh and heat,
fanned...

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Down the foggy street
your lonely figure did laik,*
no words no smile
just waiting for your mate,
knowing I,  a wandering soul.
Like the wind!
I’d come and go, summer madness
winter’s snow, recharged urchin
forever all aglow.  Yet!
next to...

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Dear penguin bearers, 

Your fears are my letters. 
Your attacks are my words. 
Your choking is my ink. 
Your voice is my language. 
Your trembling is the content of my story. 
Your agony is the...

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Mid-life street woman from red town
she was...I grew up with her under 
mango trees now softly drooping
their shoulders much like hers.. but she,
still contoured  like a Paul Gauguin urn, is wrapped
in arms lovely in...

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I rose up from my bed, feeling better than I have in weeks;
With energy that has been absent, feeling rosiness in my cheeks.
I felt like I could dance and waltzed across the floor,
Twirling an imaginary...

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The new lips do not pride
	The old philosophical sense, only the rosiness
Games, hysterically arouse,
	For those who would keep the lips
Before they start to drink, the empty 
	Brain of a rider star.

	The new lips do not...

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The slow budding, turn up of coloring; the tincture
in pinks, yellows, magnolia greens, and bluer skies.
Smile of eyes and mountain cheeks; a Springtime elixir.
Winter white and tawny skin absorbing sunny dyes.

She leans against the grand...

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The evening clear, but moonless, with watchful eyes
Appear impenetrable through the city
Drawing attention to street lights rosiness
                  ...

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Do you ever just feel,
Like you don't belong,
This planet just crushing you,
Into its own shape.
Do you ever just feel,
Like you don't fit in this world,
Society overwhelming your senses.
Like somewhere else,
Far out there, 
Beyond the clouds,
And...

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All nebulous dreams prospecting,
A hideaway in cloud atolls,
A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting,
In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture
In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled,
Sojourner stars: their lamps parole
In a distance, behind amnesic lights
Razing autumn clouds, amber hues...

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In essence and of the essence,
Immanent and fundamental unit of my life,
A substance of every gene inherent,
Is quintessence of your love .

A prismatic flower that blossoms in my heart,
Blush on face, rosiness, vigor and enthusiasm,
How...

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