Long Self portrait Poems

Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf thunder,
What happened  to your breath baby brother,
what happened in...

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Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened

When a boy,
I wanted to be as tall as my father
(he passed away October seventh
two thousand and twenty
linkedin to congestive heart failure),
who stood at his prime
about six feet and...

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"Conversations with a Daughter: Creeps"



Time creeps
my beautiful, clever, daughter 

Weirdos are us 
incorporated 

There's that beautiful laugh,
that beautiful smile

Who wants to 
belong here 

they keep you on 
the outer edge

that’s cool, 
take all the time...

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"The Silkworm’s Birthday"





Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze
Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast 
Drops one feather for a quill, a song hidden in a laugh, no bitter pill
magic never rests, like a crystal...

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SELF PORTRAIT DEDICATED TO LEON TROTSKY (by Frida Kahlo)

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1. Write a poem
2. Call up an old friend
3. Read a book
4. Make sandwiches to save for later
5. Call your mom
6. Go for a walk
7. Go for a jog
8. Draw fantastical creatures
9. Eat healthy snacks
10....

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Decades of art, and some as oil paintings, 
whereat, had most work made in just the last two years.
Persuades the heart, of similar taste, seems,
fair that, Van Gogh's work may be the best than of...

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I’ve painted a picture
High yellows and deep purple. 
Erasing the blues.
Though I can’t hide from them, because inside of them,
 Lies context clues.
They keep popping up on my canvas, as if it’s some news
I owe...

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the cause of spreading over of the fragrance
from our secret myrobalan to every side of the pillows
is not only such that in the morning 
an empty ink-pot says to the rain-water 
you are beautiful 

it...

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"That the soul is a captive, treated humanely" John Astbery
 Inspired by Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror, in particular the line above. I have written down some free thinking thoughts with no restraint (not much...

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Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.

I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life has finally caught up with me,
Like a fast car overtaking...

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As a writer, people are my vocation. 
As for humanity, men, women 
And other abstractions, 
Their interests constitute little more 
Than my hobby; I can only deal in people. 
As soon as I start dealing...

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I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I...

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Decades of a formula that only he knew about it and drew,
Cascades of his artwork came to a head in his last years,
Glissades of a swan in a lake that only a handful had seen,
Tirades...

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Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
I carried the cross for being egoist
Had my hands nailed, had myself...

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I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes...

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Ex Hotelier hangs I, We've Vacancies,           
closet not quite empty, merely absentees,             ...

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Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion - Jim Rohn

Without meaning, your mind may portray delusion,
so some search for answers to end this illusion. 
Is it that simple to cleanse a life from confusion?
When...

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He was the son of Ernst, an immigrant gold engraver, 
his devoted mother Anna was a gifted musician-
Austrian painter Gustav Klimt was but one of seven children, 
all three talented sons were in constant competition....

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I cannot read small labels, my eyes don’t see so well
The labels on my spices: a culinary hell.

I came up with a system; it’s pretty hard to beat,
‘Cuz most of what I cooked before was...

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In the heart of inner wanderings hides, alas, a tormented soul,
Wilted by anguishes woven at the edge of the mind, where the thread breaks.
In verses, the silhouette of an overwhelming sadness takes shape, a landscape...

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I was to be in a film during the pandemic
To deliver a public service message
From a chair

Crew re-arranges the screws of the room
Seals the blinds and sets up equipment
Makeup lady approaches me
Surgical mask binding her...

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If you walk around our house…and I say this candidly…you probably wouldn’t give a second thought to some of the things you see.

You’d probably miss that piece of wood in the corner…if you walk by...

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As I draw my eyes I think about what I have seen, what I have witnessed, what I have turned my eyes away from with but a blind stare, and all those special moments I...

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I believe we are all artists…artists…in our own way.
adding new colors to the self portrait we are painting every day.

Which means there will always be a little wet paint on this portrait we’re maintaining 
because...

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