Long Sheathing Poems

Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a
Pressed flower of remembrance, never...

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Cassius Clay


A heavy Weight Champion
  Who punched his way
    Through barriers of colour
      With blows of a kind Heart...
	
He floated like a Butterfly
   Yet,...

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Before my mid-life realization
My life was like
Sitting naked 
In an empty bathtub

With my knees 
To my chin
My arms wrapped tightly 
Around my thighs
A blank expression 
Upon my face

My skin 
Dry and shriveling 
From lack 
Of...

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Leaking sides of a filth I abandoned

Sheathing myself to my fortress garrisoned

Waste snaking through what's left of my good will

On and off I rode away from the wasteland off the distant hill

 

Encountering the ghosts...

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I was a musketeer
Fighting to save a dying land
Soldier with a heart
Hate never disappeared
As greed and waste were in command
Tearing it apart
Armed with a sword of words
Choosing my battles, carefully
Fighting against the odds
Futility's absurd
Sheathing my...

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~~~ Not entered in a contest ~~~


I knew better than to touch the tail of a tiger,
but temptation was only a hair's breadth away. A tiger
lies sleeping. My hand, creeping closer, fingers burning.
I was yearning...

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I closed my eyes for just a few moments to take a nap.
I was dreaming about my purrty lil' feline friend, Rose.   
My sleep was disturbed by a gentle tap tap tap tap...

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Reflected in the waters of yesterday,
Considering all that has come and gone,
Affections for those who won’t betray…
Whisper through me like a heavy yawn.

Together with the trembling of night,
Crackling like leaves on autumn’s breath,
Glowing and shimmering...

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Statuesque breaths of blossoming beauty bearing thorns.
Flowing fullness of fragrant flowery affairs sheathing weeds.
Without human intervention, such is the truth of nature, such are the facts of life.
According to the scriptures, angels are not earthbound...

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I was reposed on green velvet 
when a notion struck,
so, I took out my tweezers
and set to task


painstakingly I separated
minute fibers of spirit,
away from itself


after examining each shimmer
as it waxed and waned,
a lifeline of ego...

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The negotiation table

With sounds of Booms
Invading rooms
And the mounting fears
For the closest spears
The negotiation table
That could things make stable, 
Should step into the scene
And hands not yet blood-stained keep clean.

The four-legged furniture
For every peace-craving creature
Never...

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Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.	 
And faith, as essential as one's breathing;		 
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.		 

When suffering and heartache stir the pain		 
And disappointments pierce...

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The snake coils in the sun,
spectacles sheathing her eyes, 
trunk warming against the earth.
They say she feels nothing,
only the hiss of hunger,
the strike of instinct.
But watch—
how she lingers where the light is softest,
how she curves...

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Have you ever seen fire in zero gravity? 
  Such beauty, like liquid, it flows and flows, 
Filling all that it touches, each contour and cavity, 
  Sheathing, engulfing all as it goes....

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With its silvery veil the moon's pallid sheen
Spectrally cloaks  and invests all the homes
Transformed into midnight mausoleums
While those who  sleep within can never  be seen

As cold as the tomb
As miserable as a...

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I grew up in rows of houses ending in graveyards,
where six feet of dirt covered
the mound of my existence
and failure arched every single doorway.

Depression draped the windows
with patterns stitched
by poverty’s unapologetic hand.

The futility of language...

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Another snowy day which will become a snowy night
No socks on my feet
My boots are wet
I have raw, red blisters.

Go into a McDonald's
And sit in a corner.
Lift my wet feet out of wet boots
And rest...

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Why cannot we see

The sun will shine brighter when…
     
     we appreciate shadows as a generous reflection of truth
        ...

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Age 10 slough. Age twenty slough.
Age thirty slough.
Age forty and fifty slough
and so on.
Age sixty was a mighty shedding,
the polished scales
rattling in the very teeth of death.

Wriggling skins, some actual skins,
much metaphorical molt,
ephemeral epithelial layers...

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You fall from above with your slow caress of devastation,
Sheathing the spectre of this planet in a blanket of bleach,
While you slice away at life below with your cold castration,
Hacking away with crystal daggers all...

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The fat lady, lips in shape of par excellence “O.” The viking hat makes her taller and more ominous. Faces flicker like torches in the dead of night.

operatic score
the deafening metal shriek
— pissant rodent ears

Doomed...

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               Yesss
        there she stood
         ...

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From dark walls springs 
Ball of fire,illuminating 
The deeper parts to 
uttermost parts.
Like the rising sun, re-
kindles hope.
  Radiates afar off-from 
the heart's horizon.
A wellspring from a brook-
the soul nourishes.
Sheathing sword of aging
Unravels secrets...

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