Long Simpering Poems

Am I unhealthy and unsafe oppressed,
suppressed,
repressed,
right-brain negatively depressed?

Not really all that:
competitively left-brain impressive,
first through last impression 
newsworthy,
enticingly marketable,
profitably commercial,
slickly corporate,
predatively intelligent

More camouflaged
unnoticed and undefined
unrefined
and, frankly, perhaps unstable

Because of my environmental circumstances?
as liberal lovers
would have failing...

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"Dead Crush"



Oh uplift me woman
if we were to have a 
conversation would 
bees fly out of your mouth
or just mewling, simpering 
watered-down honey
not so pristine, just soft
and somewhat 
ingratiatingly tainted
you ply uplifting
romantic notions
like an air...

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These cascaded tears are black in complexion,
I started arranging them when I was fourteen.
These broken stars are the horizons of fear, 
I started numbering them when I was ten. 
These words were the scars seen
in...

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Her skin is textured fabric
and a lovely pair of…odd eyes of ink
 black and sheen green.
Cherry cheeks, heavy-handed
 for his amusement.

Lips sewn to silence
just the way he likes her.
Living only through him
though she’s not alive.

Criminals...

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There is a picture of you on my bedroom wall
Drawn by my own simpering hand
Of your divine features and veiled Oriental eyes
Scratched out by the crude tool of a 2B pencil
Alas I had no mosaic...

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Chanting vibes in Bangla, I sing
Bengali, words confluence in lyrical verse
O glory be! I envision thee in inner me
I caress thee in remotest pristine Bangla waterfalls.
Chanting vibes in Bangla, I sing
Bengali, words confluence in lyrical...

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In the valley of the culprits 
be patient. 
Remain planted on your legs 
to be struck 
by the newcomers and leaving them 
never look behind you, 
so that each one can see 
the hairstyle on...

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It could simply be a midnight musing,  
where these ears are not! 
A life floating in NAY-Nay sound  
is also a simpering one, throughout! 
I call it: Just a “mood swing”,  
and...

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By constraint and definition
are they so outlined
in the pockets of feckless charity
so circumscribed
and life be ruled by gutless fear
the survival mechanisms
and judgmental machinations so conspire
to pitiful wealth

Life
for all those in spiritual aspire
drag their heels in...

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Beyond the trembly weald to glassy glane
beneath the wooden breath where thoughts remain
'twas a harkened land called Wordingtane.

The Wizard of Words ruled this land
in grips vernacular he had sturly hand, gimbly grand.
None in Wordingtane fair...

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I felt tears trickling down. After so many years. All persevering truce is a magnificent allegory , measuring minuscule salt portions with a grandiose precaution. The immediate call will be the lasting diva:
“When you are...

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CURTAINS

Setting:  A couple in their bedroom.

Characters:
Wife:  Innocent and simpering. Dressed to kill.
Husband: Severe. Soberly dressed.

Dialogue:

Husband:	What is that you are wearing my dear?
		It looks like your mother’s curtains I fear.

Wife:	The boutique was closed; a...

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Applause
that’s all I heard
in gliding econometric
it felt so fulfilling
the attention, distraction
the positive feeling

It was so….
all eyes a hither
come bathe in this fashionable lather
this bubble pop
this grit your teeth in the taste of soap
this formidable wanton
and...

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Last Stroke of Midnight	

The last stroke of midnight chimes –
All plans stand at attention, start here,
Perfect prophecy inhales the first breath 
Of winnowing starlight foretold
As you draw up to step into your blemished creation
With new...

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A seasonal malaise plasters 
stray tendrils of wayward thought.
Another dreary gray day hovers.

Vacant is the sky, as empty as the 
surface of an unwritten page.
On days such as these the mind strays
through the attic’s dusty...

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It starts with one box
Full of good potatoes
Judging from inside out
You have good potatoes here

Slime simpering smell 

Drifting in from nowhere
Perhaps is just a heat
Supposedly is one of those days
They still look good

Just open the...

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Fig Leaf

“While the fig leaf traditionally covers naked shame
The fig leaf also makes a healing tea of restoration” Quote by poet.

Ducking beneath a quilt woven of the fig leaf
 To sip upon a homemade brew...

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One more eeked out continuum of instant relief
and with the derelict slopes
make of life these challenging boots
lest we fall to the phantoms of defeat

But for me this standardized standard of living
and for the hungry
they watch...

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Now there is some sort of truth in flashes, 
a challenge to endure,
to let the change within me speak,
the words not mine alone,
but of that mystery that feeds me
from the spring of life,
the axiom of...

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The Unsupervised Stop Sign 10-26-23
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The Unsupervised Stop Sign

STOP!
Red lights flash crimson warnings
As arias of bloodred omens swirl about
My heedless headstrong rush past clanging signs
Into a deserted briar filled footpath in desertion.

SLOW DOWN!
Before unattended bowers of...

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lets give it a shape
twisted lines of 3-d scribbles
starts and ends nose to tail
maybe
marshmallow squidges syphoned through gossamer ether
missed mist of missing moments

nope how about colour

black and greys that shamble between each other
blushing pinks with...

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I have little sympathy for constant whimpering
Playing the victim and saying, “Woe is me!”
With that self-conscious smirk of simpering
The sort of thing that repeats itself annoyingly.

Few things I experience will trouble me much
I have little...

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A choice presents itself: to wind the strings 
of memory around my longing state,
or find the breathless candle at the end
of a long corridor of time that still
keeps faith with light, that will invite a...

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Amazing how quickly the tick of the minutes subsides
Becoming the hours that passed so quickly away,
While we were not concentrating on the movement of time
Certainly unaware that it was stealing our relevance,
While our souls moved...

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Amelia, what were you thinking?
It was still the dark ages for women
Your parents and your husband spoiled you.
You had no idea what was waiting

Large greedy hands could not wait to get you
To make you what...

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