Long Sanded Poems

Flint 
Within its brilliance gleaming
Cool black in lacquered polished silver chrome
Cranked up pistons bleached in summer’s heat
Hot steam rising as gears thundering
Beyond the crystal liquid city lights
Highways built across the land
In hearts felt pride American...

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Myths of deductive distinctions,
like white could not come from black,
are disinformed 
when severed from contrasting inductive integrity,
greyscale dualdark co-passions 
within light's future shadows 
of golden opportunity.

RightWing patriarchs oppositionally forget
we are LeftWing matriarchal-appositional reborn
within cooperative health...

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Timothy had always been a man of laughing joy and conversation	


               -Friendship dialogue communication -


But now there was silence but for...

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‘Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces’
                          ...

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Drenched of hell’s insanities 



Sending chills this tortured spine, 
as aches precede the worded fiction
Sorted truth does rest sublime 
beneath the light of benediction
Broken dreams of compass flair, 
directions cast a blinded waning
Trusted roots abridge...

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In a moment, a lapse of anguish
Through the sanded markets that
The mind implored.
Dust coughed up
And crystallised silence;
Each moan and cry
Of every wrapped face
Became a whisper,
As blood might echo an unheard drip
Into a lake of cold...

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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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A ringing bell in the near-distance makes her delicate body tremble, as she sat on the corner of the opaquely purple stained living room sofa. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. She grew in despair of how...

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The Galilean sun smiled down
upon the dusty little town
and lingered o'er one humble spot,
a peasant's home and modest shop.
Long shafts of light fell 'cross the door
to lay bright carpets on the floor
where children played in...

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I am a Savonarola chair
carved from discarded 
remnants of cedar and birch that
littered our backyard - 
waiting to be burned
or broken by a trespasser’s hands, 
or tended to by the warm touch
of a gardener’s natural...

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cat man had enough forced isolation

sabbatical dreams after quarantine

entered his hermit cage in seclusion

I need time out from lockdown he promised


they told me of the psycho cat’s demise

but cats have nine lives so I can...

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A carpenter’s daughter am I but I do so love music.
So I built myself a lap dulcimer 
of fine wild cherry and walnut;
I used my late Father’s old jigsaw,
cutting each plank into an elongated guitar...

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Gilded Crosses?

By Mark D. Stucky
Shiny icons gleaming on altars?
        And hanging from necks on gilded chains?
        No. Not back then…

Not golden,...

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Like an old car out in the field so it is with you and God's Glory
With all of it's paint now peeled it's original beauty you can't see
No longer does it have any value as...

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O ther misconceptions of my
H ome of birth and where I spent some of my

Y outh is that 
E veryone lives in mud huts and wears grass
S kirts as tourists are greeted at the airport.

B...

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a wall with a perfect diminution
                  rough lumber built wide and strong a hollow
    ...

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Hyy  there!   							Rajkumar Pudasaini
the way to your heart, is
muddy, now days
its been slippery i have fallen many times
look!
i do have a branded shoes, with strong gripy shoe sole in it,
bought it in...

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I wish 
to be darling 
to sing of love
to woo you

perhaps now I am

This strangely artistic hint of a thing 
This will of the wisp of a thing
This wind and bone marrow 
left over thing
A...

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              Hieroglyph burns a silent secret
Within the ancient walls of time.
A story whispered in a pictured rhyme.
Un-sanded un-sifted entity 
etched upon the...

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Santa Barbara, Summer 2017

Monday
I walked on the bluffs above the sea.
Orange poppies bloom in the dunes.
I discovered
the labyrinth:
smooth stones spell the path.
Peaceful pilgrimage.

Tuesday
Walked on the beach and smelled:
Tar from the oil seeps,
fennel,
coastal sage,
eucalyptus.
And, of course,...

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The cliff tops were bare, rocks lay scattered across the beach, the nearing harbor holding all in its silence. Along the bay the ripple of a kayak hovered on a waters edge. All was quiet,...

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Hard, sanded, broken wood
always seated
never stood
no need for assembly
no need for thought
Just wandering eyes and pausing sighs
The ones that are use for endearment or quivery
or possibly maybe for sucking in madness
Madness which is the movement...

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Tempests That Eat Upon Stony Shores


There lay hidden- shadows in a great storm
tempest that eats upon this stony shore.
Night hiding devils wrecking such great harm
destroying in our hearts we most adore!

Waves crash into massive rocks...

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An ape field is characterized by the numbers of bananas who climb with care through long grass. Much is the secretions of melons attempting a tango. Whilst lemons lie down on billiard tables. In boardrooms....

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Child , stand up
Clothes deemed unfashionable
by followers with no individuality
Kinky locks not straight enough
according to those with no self realization
The stiffness in your tongue bearing testament
to your mother tongue, to which they laugh at, why?

You're...

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