Long Serendipitous Poems

In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel etched in the chronicles
within the hourglass of time,
a journey that...

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Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion,
directionless dilatory daydreamer that  I am  ostensibly vulnerable,
to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flaccid noon,
the minimal load  burdensome midpoint idle tranquil saunter,
meteorological...

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*Image of Until We Meet Again by MVid.

A Heavenly Christmas List

An endearing Christmas list too precious to reserve
as a blessed season occasions its heartfelt deserve;

My older brother was the firstborn,
he was well-skilled, seemingly self-born,
a cunning...

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If vain thy earthly hopes did prove, thou canst not mourn their flight; Thy brightest hopes were fixed above. And they shall know no blight—Anne Bronte   

Overjoyed      ...

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With you here in my life:
All enemies seem far away!
No longing have I now to roam!
The world seems like it’s meant for play!
Your aura’s warmth is always home!

God knows this cannot stand:
Illusion hide your heart...

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Ottava Rima & ABC. Sadly, due its lack of artistic values and matching verbiage that would have met with an arguable challenge, hail an NFC poem--you see, as I found the bite in this baby...

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The Great Escape

Perched on a rooftop terrace in glorious sunshine he watches ahead
Floats on his sky looks inwards and ponders the magic path unravel
           ...

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Can blackwater lilies 
sing forth sonnets 
of daylight and 
unsung those 
cacophonous notes 
of omen, which 
rhymed with 
sombre elixir 
of spruce rivulets and 
veiled your crimson 
touch of life, 
in eons of unforgivable 
death?...

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Once upon a time in a previous universe, 
machines began repairing themselves, 
much faster than their makers ever could, 
so the creators just left them to it 

Of course every now and then the machines...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid,...

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CAUGHT IN THE REIGN

“am i a real princess?” she articulates.
the painting, on her canvas nails, pains her.
firm fountain of toenails are just fine.
shrugs, “who knows why!?”
her lashes, feel the flecks, of mascara.
her skin itches at...

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It seems that minutes after Halloween,
before we’ve even seen the first bits of snow,
the Christmas movies are flooding our screens,
and I think we know how they’ll all go.

Start with an actress that’s half-forgotten,
who in teen...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral...

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a flustered tango of Gypsy moths 
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists; 
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost 
in unkempt fields;  space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon 
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between...

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Yet it ended up out of our control
This was years & months & months & years ago
Right before Samhain in the weeks just prior to Yule
'Cause never have I ever fallen in love
Never my heart...

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To quantify an equation,
takes more than mere calculation,
Take the sun and moon, 
now consider they’re coordinations,
One 8 light minutes from earth, 
other just a single light second,
Both appear the same size in the sky, 
more...

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Dragon badly wanted to visit the Snowman Convention this year. 
He knew they go to the South Pole when spring begins to appear. 
Dragon was resolute about this; he REALLY wanted to go there.
So he...

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HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY

Her hand’s swan-like dance,
ivory shadow puppets
romance. Hungarian rhapsody.

The musician sans existence
as emotive fingers move
imaginary marionettes
with splendiferous precision.

Drama drops onto piano keys
occasionally taking a gentle stroll
then in sensuous sway, sashaying
like an exotic dancer. The musician

plucks...

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Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his...

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Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
—William Shakespeare

Cupid Knocks

War waged with red ribbons and lights of white.
The lights pure, expansive, deep and wide;
and ribbons spaced upon a stone wall.
War waged, why you wonder; the...

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HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of...

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A Willow Once Pondered



As I lay beneath this willow tree, cresting the banks of a nearby creek.
Its budding branches swaying to natures whispered symphony, with a floral scent on a gentle breeze.
 Lilac, and jasmine...

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Fragile Steps

Fragile feet broken-in, glass slippers
waltzing through the ballroom.
The sweep of a cerulean gown,
charming, with angel wings.

~

Broken inside, fatherless, feathers
fall around her - weeping. Bullies - dressed
like sisters, tango around her tresses.

Pulling...teasing, stepmother leading.
Ribbons unwound.

~

Her...

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The first time laying eyes on you
I would have never knew
You an angel whose radiance from their smile
Surrounding us, when we walked down the aisle,
Would spin my world in blissful charms.
Whose delicacy and mannerism in...

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