Long Saunters Poems

It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself at a passionate spring
oozing its life gliding o'er its rocky...

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POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine
Coffee has its own excitation
The book has...

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In the dark she is waiting, 200 kilos of velvet
separating one world from the other.
It was art to her, she was under no pretence,
she was an instrument, and she made the other instruments merge in...

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Memories of Our Summer Romance: A Collaboration

Today I've been savoring vignettes of summer memories
that I've kept folded within the safe haven of my heart.
Your comforting touch, warmer than a summer breeze
was my purpose in life;...

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A blank stare into nothingness
Suddenly I looked up as something caught my eye
A very pretty girl saunters in and buys herself a coffee
And perches herself cross-legged upon a cleared table in front of me
Among the...

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Today I've been savoring vignettes of summer memories
that I've kept folded within the safe haven of my heart.
Your comforting touch, warmer than a summer breeze
was my purpose in life; contained in my every thought.

I cherished...

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Her name is Aunica, 
To some she is just another face
In an ordinary place
Another individual, of habit, manner, and style
An elderly stout woman whose brown face
Bares the stamp of her ethnicticity



Amongst the hustle of others...

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They enter the strip
joint like the last 
flurrie of flakes.

She hears the music,
hears the voice of the 
D.J. Wind, enters on cue.

Her cold poles await her 
as she moves to the beat.
One south, one north.
She works them both.

They call...

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He comes.
Graceful as the ghostly moonlight
glittering among the thorns,
he comes.
I feel him,
the warm whispers of the quiet forest listener.
He saunters, leans, and looks, 
approaches, crouches low.
I cannot let his deadly perfection come so close to...

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Creativity emerges with two wings,
One aids her flying.
The other like a sting,
That aids her on intuity piercing.
But she looses her wings,
Left with one but nothing.

Music pitch her tent on the mountain,
She travels from dale to...

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Pray, let me tell a story not so sweet- 
  E'er sure thy holes on head's side glean'd this 'ere;
Once upon a time, when naught ruled discreet,
  Please panic not- there was no time to...

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Him: There's this moment. Just a flash in a pan shaped Sun- eternally blazing. Refusing to explode.

His subconscious: You have experienced this before. It will happen again. But, it doesn't matter. Nothing does. You're just...

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it’s never …

easy …
letting go
saying goodbye
realizing that your path with someone
no longer saunters to
the same sanctum
because you know then
that you’ll never be whole again -
that, whether they recognize it or not
a measure of your marrow
leaves...

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Leaving the restaurant, needs time alone. He spots a tree just outside the garden.
Too many people around, tired, frustrated, sitting to think. Damn!
Someone is coming out from the building. Hopes whoever it is does not...

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Yes, I know, I should be alongside.
Age and bad knees 
dictate that I am inside the cab
with a long, green leash
so Katie can run close by
every morning, 
for the last seven years
in rain, snow and...

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide...

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Word Lyric #7 for Music
“It Isn’t Far To the Dance Floor”


Mister Sinew is just standing still,
By the old phone booth on Pine Street.
He was curb-walking, looking for a thrill,
Now he is stopped, looking for place...

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*Image of Between Doors by Hope.

As Shadows Mend

A lingering bravura form ... dawn midst twilight's brilliance,
It sprung a length of an unscathed course -- accidentally,
The mute vim snugly stamped unfilled, credulous of malice,
Flightiness stemmed from...

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She impatiently awaits his call, staring at the phone.
She preys with every part of her that he can slip away.
He’s with her, loving her going through all the motions.
He puts the kids to sleep, and...

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man cub Mowgli was to life once more,
in our boyish pranks in Kanha Park,
revived memories of Kipling’s lore,
from early dawn until moonless dark.

that joyous kid smiled within our hearts, 
as we drove through thick Sal,...

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Head down
The old woman sews 
A dress
Nimble fingers 
Marking each stitch
The whirring of machines
Whirling and whirling
Round and round
Threading memories
Of another time
Reminding her
Of a night
Long ago
When she was afraid 
To speak to a boy 
Sitting next...

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Boundless Blue

Born in a misty rainbow,
Blue slips out from her place
between her sisters Green and Violet,
painting the heavens azure,
covering the earth like the robe of Virgin Mary.
She floats into the ocean in a navy dress,
then...

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Shivering as I put my hands into my pockets,even with
the thick gloves worn on the hands,it was as if they are
naked.I wonder when I`m going to get use to this weather?.
I`m freezing as I stand...

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The Answer Was There

It's clearly winter, time that we splinter, solely be discontent,
in droves, we amass, divides lads and lass, beg peers disorient,

Lurch therefrom harshly, cannot dredge clearly, fastened in misery,
pulls ironed anvil, likes worthless...

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As the guests arrive, I share a pew with myself.
                         ...

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