Long Sapping Poems

The greatest performance of my life.  
Howard’s proud piece de resistance award  on Poetry Nook for my magnum opus “Rush Amid The Rapids” in their daily member section.
After endless hours of toil, tribulation,...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part Five


Have you heard about the bespectacled man who wore his glasses to bed?
Because when he awoke mornings his dreams were all blurry in his head.
And what about...

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There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain peaks

1's and 0's
blushing co-binaries 
of upright monotheistic YangPower
never
ever yielding to...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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Here I am sitting in the chair
Staring at the ceiling above my head
Contemplating life's meaning  and testing my deep feelings
If a pin drops I can hear the sound
If a dog  moans I can...

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So it is I am here
So it is I am sitting on the chair
So it is I am trying to absorb some fresh air
It is Sunday evening and my heart is melting
It is Sunday evening...

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He draws the curtain open
His weary legs haul him over gravity's threshold
He sways, the water leaving through the drain with the rest of his will, his strength
He steps past his minds mistress
And crumples onto the...

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                        Ella peripherals the scene, 
instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.)
An onlooker,...

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Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table
where her husband sat (before he passed away),
working on his daily crossword puzzles, 
seeming most content although
the nest they’d pieced together gradually had emptied 
and grown...

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                      Wood Nymph, wraps white 
gossamer legs in hello, as branch shakes 
in obvious...

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In the orchestrated heart of the American nation,
Underground rivers of dysfunction flow,
Tired forests and the cement sky of silence,
Where dancing illusions transform into infinite spirals,
And beings kneel under the weight of the world's expectations.
Time races...

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Brave are the knights and their mounts, 
to face hates abominations,
many of them were falling,
under the weight of Hell, they fell.
Still, we see many standing, 
they fight on with such angry power,
It seemed they would...

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Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm

Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Should turning back in vengeance be the Dead Man’s qualm
Though even as the end nears...

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Here I am sitting in the park again
Sapping the sweat from my face
My Spirit is at ease and mind is settled
The tumultuous moment has passed
And you have finally come out of the dark
The stage is...

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The Bad, The Ugly and The Good  (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)


The Bad
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then have my daily siesta!
I answer to no one, and fear...

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I did a video of a poem that was Poem of the Week. Here is the link to the original poem. 

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/too_much_sadness_for_me_711084

With all that is happening around us in the world today, I'm always reminded...

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A Symphony  composed of enemies, timed trapped by the illusions of the mind

Games play for days, the melancholy moods that transfuse and transform, that have one waiting wanting to feel those all too familiar...

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Dedicated to Papa

This Christmas morning has dawned
I stir and stare up at the ceiling
Then it hits me, this emotion of dread
This feeling I didn't know I could be feeling.
The day I dreaded has now arrived
And...

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A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin to human organs
served only; by arterial veins.

The first sod to...

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You’ve heard of the old famous song,
So in our journey, bring that along,
This old world has been a wilderness,
And I am ready for deliverance!

When I was a child,
I grew up in the wild,
My devils were...

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Despair awakens in this barren world,
Like a long sleeping serpent,
Opening it's large orb-like eyes,
Illuminating the darkness that surrounds it.

Fixating it's gaze upon the golden light,
That seems to pierce through the stained glass,
Sketching a darkened shadow,
Across...

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1. Young, old, healthy, sick such plasticity
the clean or not, such flexibility
your side is always strong in the pull
for once, darkness should smile and overrule
none wants to be a part of this album
inevitable is its...

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They all seek our votes and promise change when they are elected,
And to correct the follies of their predecessors, but just as we expected,
Once they attain that exulted office and the trappings they deem are...

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there's too much sorrow...
don't you know
we are all going to die
a starting point always beckons a finish
sooner or later
no matter how
peaceful or painful
that final moment may be
you see...
it will come
for you
for me

There's too much sorrow
war
betrayal
so...

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I see it
The shroud
Hovering above me
Before I saw its gauzy whiteness
I felt it presence
Hanging there
Now…. I see it
As it descends
And I close my eyes
And lie still
Unable to run away
Or to move
As unseen hands
Enshroud me
Layer upon...

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