Long Salmon pink Poems

MEMORIES OF WAR 


In prison we turmoiled 
packed up cards to fall 
whilst they sucked 
genitals like bonbons 
a quartz on a table
gleamed its knowing

War torn ghettos with 
swollen stomachs 
stretched wide, auras 
shattered, splintered...

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I was a stylish, assertive travel agent, arranging getaways for busy people;
Like sudden getaways of jewel, shooting stars, on ebony nights of upheaval.

I planned calm, exotic, trip itineraries, for all tired of city hustle and...

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"Kool for Katz Kissed"



Wake me when it’s all over
I’m having a swinging time
dreaming my purrrrrfect dreams
Hanging with the OM monks 
I’m a nun hanging loose and hirsute
swinging in the breeze 
I’ve been given a reprieve

Call...

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Azure blue skies weep in rent glacial torrents,
iridescent earth sun trap poised  to garner sympathy,
dark red cloud’s indignant float might yet rumble,
toxic deluge drenches mudbank plot as toilers whine,
thunderstruck I gaze at wild indigo...

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Caged magnetic daydreams of lucid migration;

I’ve been there before.  It’s forbidden:

Orchard carved calligraphy crisply cut -
Spiraled surface-scratched immortality 
Dimly azure, aglow on videotape,
Red, blue, green.  Nature’s baby grand.
An organic player-piano ceaseless 
In mellow...

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Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes to sun and hide

Cerulean, azure, clearest blue
The cloudless sky that...

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Allow me to introduce myself,
friends tend to call me Saturn’s MelRose;
Once you read me? I stay off the shelf;

I run around in a sweet saucer 
all decked out in salmon pink and green;
It runs on...

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Roses For Pd
There is a cluster flower budded rose 
The name is "Valentine Heart"
It has a habit that’s open
The similarity is there from the start.

The flower is semi- double,
Pale pink and scented too
The rose reminds...

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Many engage to share,
impossible phenomenon,
the changing face of our mother star,
and the celestial painting of time:

the vivid grey of mid-noon clouds,
cracked like concrete in the later hours,
revealing
the milky fire of still burning life
in the evening...

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(Oak Tree)

trees stand in a line
like soldiers of our time
they solute as I walk
with branches leering high
blotches of light
is all that appears of the sky
a sea of green
on the ground is seen
with a path like...

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