Long Scrawling Poems

Through shadowed trails beneath the moon’s cold stare.
     Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear.
This feathered prize found peace in my gut
     No slumber dreamt; no...

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Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs

Meaning the corporeal complex edifice
housing these lovely bones, 
where linkedin logorrhea ably
strives to break out 
in meaningless song 
yobble hum hum diddle dee dee
and dance courtesy 
an...

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Along some bank of ambiguity.
Isolated while in wonder,
I lacked motivation.
Consequently, I preferred to be someplace different.
I perceived myself wandering near the banks,
Concerning one Tiber River in Rome.
"What is behind me,
Is not in front of me!"
Snickering,...

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SURSUM CORDA 

(for Ruth and Clement Mc Cormack, 
Bridgton, Maine)

“Come see us, we’ll talk about the job."

you were convalescent, generous, 
and anxious to get your hands moving
into the garden among the buds and birdsong 
ready...

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(Continued from part two)

O! enslaver beware, you are sprouting horns.
Kher, poor thing, you should try to be fair,
Nimble mares, could tongue-tie you there.
The bulls are rearing in their thrills, at bay.
		
K.S. the lion chaste-tied in...

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(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever)

Grandiloquence,
mellifluous pulchritudinous,
gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity,
bile deluge if you show the sanguinary breath,
crimson waterfall sizzling on lava rock hellscape.

Yclept necrophelia maestra,
macabre tableau,
dips douse abyssal incarnate,
now...

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The Bitter Bite of Night!

Night creeps in sotto voce
melding with the mellowing village life.
Night, a seemingly mischievous cat,
slips along incognito in its prankish mood,
teasing any light that tries to define her.
Night now casts darkness into...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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Beneath the illumination of the elliptical moon,
Within the cove of diamond bay, waves gently sway
Back and forth, under the oceans clarity of the big blue,
As the surfs foam and spray roll against the white sandy
Beaches...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies,...

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My crimson scribbles; there is no meaning, there is no feeling, and there will be no healing, not today at least…

Horizontal, never vertical for some reason. I cannot explain, though reasoning is out of my...

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In the workshop of my waking hours,
I am the maker of my own day,
Crafting moments with a DIY attitude,
Twisting fate's threads with hands unbound.

At 6 AM, I pick up my tools,
Coffee grounds and ambition,
Mixing the...

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“When the pen falls silent that once danced to the muse’s command and when the poet’s heart no longer beats with rhyme, we realize that the poet in us is dead. It is a sad...

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She stood before the painting
And slowly it changed
The cat moved slightly
The woman’s head nodded

She liked the painting
It was very well done
Much intricate design
Much wizardry of the eye

They had resurfaced
Then gone again
Forever lost
In magical memories
There in...

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I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn

Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest

She spoke so...

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I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn

Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest

She spoke so...

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You always tell me how much you love my poetry
but is that the only reason you feel drawn to me?
I write Sonnets filled with love and romance for you,
adoring stanzas meant to caress your heart...

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Friends? Reunited

Via "Facebook Message" the invitation 
Reached me - bold in bright blue tint
With sprawling “school days” animation
And scrawling script in child-like print
Announcing that another year
Could not surely be allowed to pass….
Would I care to...

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It's used as an afterthought, fattening festive 
arrangements for Mother's Day, Easter, 
someone's birthday.  An underrated vine,
enhancing center-stage flowers whose star-power 
doesn't wear well. It's the "coming attraction" 
that's there after the clapping dies down,...

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Spent your whole life scrawling runes in the sand
your whole world etched out in tropes
arcs from beginning and end unto skyline
been there done that, I can comprehend you
don't wanna ever be there again though

I miss...

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I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time
to pen my thoughts on parchment pages.
I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime,
capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages.
As twilight broaches night, I...

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"SPIRITED GIBBERISH"

Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are...

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"Spirited Gibberish"
  
Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am...

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I thought I had the element of surprise
 on my side, as I looked longingly in her eyes
    Tempted to reveal the whole spiel
She spoke with unequivocated zeal
...elegant fingers fondled a wineglass...

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I am seriously out of kilter with the poetry glitterati,
my poems have lines that sometimes rhyme, so therefore are not arty farty.
I discourse on experiences that have happened to me,
I know bugger all about Dionysus...

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