Long Self possessed Poems

By a bunch of flowers,
	When the virgin morning arise up there
Through the horizontal line,
I just can't wait the instantaneous
	Change from one rose to another that special 
Sacrifice of life and death.

	Ah, what a smell! What...

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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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you're proud of your book learning and often boast about
but stand helpless and perplexed when friends shed tears or shout
your diction is so witty, your wording eloquent
but when you talked about affection no one knew...

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Yesterday,
when conscious slept,
anger was my shield,
fear my faithful sword.

When hatred contaminated my heart,
tears ached for tranquillity,
polluted in guilt from selfish greed.

Life can be a disaster waiting to occur,
leaving you in despair gasping for air,
suffocating your...

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To truly love myself- this I resolve
To guard with zeal my tenderness of heart
Of every sin and doubt myself absolve
And fortify and strengthen every part

To cherish and accept the inner me
To know and relish every...

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TODAY’S WOMAN

A column can scaffold a back that is enervated.
We as women will burden ourselves with hate.
That is we will take on another’s disintegration.
All in that business is a mess.
It becomes our plight to fix.
We...

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There needs to be vanity,
Or a dark twist to the story.
   A demon angel, Michael
Basking in his glory.

   Then there must be a 
Wicked witch from the West.
   She...

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Dark glowing eyes, a hazel bun, well tucked 
and neat. Lips curve like shells in porcelain, 
Awaiting to express, her brave conduct 
That I could sense audacity, back when
Ladies bowed to men, such common duty.
Yet...

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“I fight the good battle!” I thought:
But a warrior
whether Christ’s or the Devil’s, or Self
is still “A blade held high” demon
of sorts, though the conscious motive
May be of highest righteousness--
the transformation of darkness into light.

The...

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WAS IT WHAT IT WAS?

It was a time of temperance for a temper tamed
It was a time when, on beauty, was mournfulness and belligerence blamed
It was a time when a recently birthed masterpiece was smudged
It...

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I KNOW;
 I CAN BE STRONG,
   I KNOW;
 I'M OFTEN WRONG.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE CRAZY,
    I KNOW;
 THE TRUTH CAN BE HAZY.

   ...

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Freedom is not a mere concept,
nor a philosophy, nor a political
opinion – it is what drives men
to revolution, and masses from
religion: The want of freedom
turns children from parents, and
spouses away from domineering
mates.... Freedom is why...

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Lunch...

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When the tick at last loud enough that my clock did knock
I got a dog
I saved and I readied and I searched with my gut
And I found you
You most spectacular mutt
You taught me
You changed me
In...

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A child is simply uncomplicated
neither inhibited, nor reflective, free.
Unencumbered by the past
not held-back by what lies ahead,
beyond care for contemplation.

Children - 
jump in puddles, splash in the bath
create spontaneously
lose themselves in endless play
sing and laugh...

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...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
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...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
   by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, the young man 
swaggers with assurance. 
Stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet...

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...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
   by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, the young man 
swaggers with assurance. 
Stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet...

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...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
   by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, the young man 
swaggers with assurance. 
Stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet...

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...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
   by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, the young man 
swaggers with assurance. 
Stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet...

Read More

...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
   by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, 
the young man swaggers with assurance. 
Stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet...

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To merge my art with lonely drops of rain,
And enslave thunder rolling from my breast.
Where storms are formed by a lover's pain,
And each breath heaves deeply, self-possessed
To render her face drawn within the storm,
As its...

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In the rain I stand
pressed against your window glass,
warm and cold the liquid runs
where my tears mingle.
Do you see me here
longing for the warmth,
the embers stirred to flame
lighting the room
where she sits beside you,
appearing self...

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The old man stumbles, 
the young man swaggers with assurance; 
stars of grace and suns of perfect 
promise point to journeys yet uncharted 
on their pathways to fulfillment.

The old man dreams of childhood, 
cherished memories...

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According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.

At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray

All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So...

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