Long Shafting Poems

[ ... story with context, a plausible universe with top and bottom
  a coat of cosmos covering
  over a subterranean protoverse of potential fields
  a quantum cellar creating
  the very big...

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An excruciating Sunset gradually plunged behind my frail head
Dazzling glooms of muscular flames surrounding corners of my bed
With gleaming ominous vessels burdened by wonders of the dead
Enriched with overflowing water that curses the entire glory...

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Inuksuk Hunter
                         Seen, and unseen, white in, stars out
  ...

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I was working in the Capitol late one night 
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
Nancy Pelosi began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash
She did the bash
It was...

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Always wanting something.
You make such demands of me.
Why me?

Why not the guy over the road?
Or the gal in the bar?
It’s always me isn’t it?

You want me to pay for your new dog.
And then pay for...

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The backyard finally shines with green and blue
Julie stresses and storms through the shafting Saturday light
Ella cries over the tossing of her mother's old trophies
She wants them though they're not hers to have
I am standing...

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Ankh Amon - Ra

Morning to the gateway of the sun
Set between lantern sea skies
The magic of those Egyptian eyes
Their incantation has begun
Turning worlds of one
Washes through my mind
Azure beaches in the cloud

Focus zenith hidden in...

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Love

An enigma that knows not the count of time
A vast ocean, measureless its borderlines,

Astral light, the luscious light of smiling moon
Heavens can't fathom its pleasant, charming guiles.

If it catches a heart unguarded, it plunders
Makes it...

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The incongruity sparkles, dirty diamonds in a drain,
With hackles rising, lips drawn back, in lemon peeling pain;
A psychodrama stage of sleight springboards the stupid head,
“I know,” she thinks, “I’m always right, I know that’s what...

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Moderately silent is the garden
Quite dazed with the moonlight
Contented with perfume
Engrossed in the opium dreams of poppies.

There the firefly lights open and disappear
On leaves and trellises moon shimmers
Moon-spikes shafting through the trees
Without a sound a...

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In the folly of my
life
I run and hide as
much as possible.
I also at times walk
right towards the
problem.
The statement was
not just meant for
the terminally ill:
  
Everyday is a
miracle.     
Gratitude should be
the...

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