Long Sangria Poems

In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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Though virtual reality wasn't new, I hadn't ever once tried it,
Yet the concept fascinated me, like beauty's mysterious secret.

It seemed that the new experience, would be one I would enjoy,
So in eagerness I scheduled a...

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I was an experienced astronomer, with bright eyes ever turned to the stars,
As the mysterious, intelligent aliens, might in their turn, be looking to ours.

Space had always held fascination for me, with wonders of worlds...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere 
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions  
Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare...

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I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising;
And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising.

My days were a flurry of manicures and facials, like nature's...

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I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.

John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely...

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I once was a
sea lavender star, 
soaked in sunsets, 
draping evenings
with soft yarns of
hydrangea haze ~
before you stole
me from those
sangria skylines like
a windswept wave,
and placed my
hyacinth heart upon
the tan throne of 
your verbena soul. 
Never...

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I was an environmental scientist, working with large wind farm developers,
To harness wind and generate electricity, as a plum sun flees, to tell others.

I worked at helping developers comply, with all environmental regulations;
Minimizing the impact...

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I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new,
Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo.

I adored laboring with colors I loved, in my fashions,...

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Manischewitz Blackberry Sangria Chèvere’

Manischewitz wines are made and bottled under strict
Rabbinical supervision of The Union of Orthodox
Jewish Congregations of America, the mark of quality
that signifies adherence to Orthodox Union guidelines
This sweet, fruity wine is bursting...

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In a world bejeweled 
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the 
wailing waves below 
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn. 

Perhaps there is...

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            As emotion's embolism petitions
a mirror sea for endless blue transparency-
through oculat lens flare, an albionic estuary 
garden variety of pleasures appears, obligatiry-
in full...

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In blackness,
 I hear forked tongues 
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic 
  ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends  
upon snow-speckled heart, 
and a murder of 
   crows can...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom, 
stealing royal violets 
from the smokey estuaries 
flowing beneath the...

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Have you seen the movie
you know the one
Woody Allen, 
the call girl, son

That’s my favorite
Mango 
sauce, 
sushi 
sashimi 
land of the lost

bad Santa, Will Farrell
Italian singers, 
Bach, 
Beethoven
your little fingers

Try this salad
Thai and sweet
I’m getting...

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When the 
seaside sepulchre 
of a kingdom, 
without its queen, 
is smeared with 
screams of lighting, 
I wish to crackle
these slivers 
of silver shakle, 
and devour
that consoling 
taste of balsamic 
twilight, which 
drapes every 
ritual...

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This is the second response to The Wolf Man - The End

part 2


The Wolf Man (The End)

The young girl, Alice Grimm, was pretty and slim
She stayed with her grandmother who lived, deep, in the woods
Her...

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My Life is a song sung in a 
series of repetitive inferior notes.
I’m unable to record mellow melodies, 
as my violin strings continually play 
with reckless violet villains. 
As I sit and replay recitals of...

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Dear December, 
Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
         the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from our confrontations.
So much was 
   lost in translation,
though...

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No Luz (No Light)

We were sitting in a Spanish restaurant,
A strange place, but oh so elegant.
We ordered our meal, but much to my disgust,
The call of nature came, and I thought my bladder would bust.
‘Donde...

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I am the 
     cascading radiance,
 between apricot 
   glows of gloaming,
when mauve mists shift,
mirroring sage seas of love, 
I look beyond silvery skies
  whilst selfless stars sprinkle,
sizzling...

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“You knew not which pain would be worse-
you living with a bleeding broken heart, 
                    ...

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I watched the clouds in the sky move and dance above me as if they were alive, 
watching me. To me there was identity there. Not that numbers are alive or can 
move, but I...

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This Aphrodite rose
slowly unfurls
pink ombre balms
of sun-kissed 
springfalls, 
as the luminous 
lake of tears
cascade in 
exotic wreaths 
of honey-soaked
velvety sepals, 
there succulent seeds
of zestful dawns adorned
our silken sheets
across luscious meadows 
sprinkled with 
glistening cosmic dust....

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She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings 
of black-winged butterflies 
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a queen
waiting for the 
return of her king.

Beneath splitting dusks,
above wicked...

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