Long Sateen Poems

True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky
(any resemblance between this poem,
and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind
     loosed another idea
     for a poem asper
(wren)...

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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions 
   manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling 
   to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy,  groovy, heady indefinable 
  ...

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“Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Bruised in shades lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing ~  ~  ~ in the rain”

While dreary dawn, dazed, awakens in pain
Trapping blushed morning in languid ravine
Within the...

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A blossom I’ll be on the wreaths for peace
An offering to deity to feed world’s hungry
I’ll be the garden on every troubled street
Preening as gleefully as exuberant tulips
Swaying with spring in rhythms of daffodils

I’ll be...

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lover of the night

Dreaming of you
before I even laid my head 
to sleep,
pray come to my mind,
for you to show up 
to hold me tight,
kiss me all night.
with shadow of every ending day
dream comes to...

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Her casket closed at her request,
   so no one saw our beauty queen
there lying peacefully at rest, 
   in her soft dress of white sateen.

Her white hair combed in silky curls
...

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You! Across the paisley covered kitchen table!
Why do our knees kiss..then
lock helplessly in a welcome embrace, as in a fable?   

I am so enchanted when we feed each other.
The way you make those sunny omelets...

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“When the seasons become one,
you will know the end is near.”

                        --old...

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Golden park that turns to evening dim,
And the soft music of bird on a limb;
Rose garden, in the heat of a summer,
And blushing orchards in deep slumber!

Sateen moon dispels the evening gloom,
To show the beauty...

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Softly
you enter the red tide, that sateen
landscape lithographed on the back
of eyelids.

Aging
means not caring anymore.

A sea of sidewalks await--
celestial and gray in the evening
tonality.

It always ends that way.

A magenta moon embosses
a chiaroscuro sky. A cicada
churns...

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I’m building castles in the sand
on the shores of a grey, grey sea.
The clouds have gathered overhead
and the shells are wave-washed clean.
Footprints wander down the shore
of the vast and vacant sea,
the waves are buffing them...

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DOLL SUPPORT

Barbie doll hands plump
the fruitful flare of her sateen dress ~
mint green flows out from her cocoa skin.
not a pinup for boys, but girls adore
her needle-thin arms and legs,
her neck underscores her perfect oval...

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