Long Sinkholes Poems

They crept upon our shores eating away the inner core
They crept upon our shore knocking on our barricade doors
Tall stout men with peevish eyes and strange looks on their white faces
Invade our quarters looking for...

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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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Twas the night before Christmas - came like a flash,
Mob of gingerbread reindeer prodding elves for cache.

The Clausman reigning, doling out orders this stint.
Lady of his, keeps his tongue supplied with peppermints.

The vainglorious list of...

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Are we all part of a divine master plan,
or just random accidents and peculiar circumstances,
did love evolve from the primordial soup,
or is it the secret ingredient from the beginning.

Existential ruminations,
past, present, future,
swirling in my head,
we...

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The Fault Line

My son sent me a message from the Grand Canyon and a boyo he is
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In USA, 
There is a presidential election fight, 
Well, everything seems to be alright, 
It might be alright, everything seems tight, 
Sometimes, I dream of a red sky, 
The earth is cracking, 
I'm slowly dancing
On...

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it was the day of her birth
when she stood at the Styx
naked but with all bags packed
with immanent sadness and joy
too young for being ambiguous
she let out a scream and let down
a reflex for simply...

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Let’s keep on learning* amidst reading glow
Kindled by wondrous interest to grow
Radiating wisdom along knowledge flow
To vanquish ignorance and folly’s blow.

Led by guiding light of truth’s Source aright
Let’s read God’s Word** for instructions so bright
Seeking...

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The end, or beginning
of the strip mall starts
at the Subway Subs
a set aside frontage overlooked
by bushes and idling traffic.

Further along, the ephemeral
Pop-up Party Shop; 
when not ‘up’
that commercial space 
sells T-shirts 
a print for printing...

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I do not picture the brown-eyed sadness,
  Pools of hazel windblown on the heath,
Any more than I picture the days of childhood,
  Less than idyllic pastures spread beneath.

On some soft corner of a...

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    Police will work for the government, not the community.

They will stalk the homeless, be merciless mercenaries, entrepreneur, agents provocateur.

Women will be bought and sold. Even some of the married ones.

Fissures will...

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If depression was a garden and hope was a flower,
It wouldn't bloom here.
It would decay and rot from the inside.
Petals fragile crumbling
Never soft, never vibrant
Grey.
The garden isn't all things life
It's past tense
The storm that followed...

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From dense sleep we emerge.
Realizing our coat, 
we seek to cast off this Nessus.
We drank the Jonestown Kool-Aid
and now it’s too late.

We never noticed the circling 
vultures despotic descent on the capital. 
We never contested...

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Yesterday has slipped out into the night.
I will probably find it one day shivering
in the frozen hollows of the thin woods.

I lay awake for a long time.
The snow made soft padding sounds
on my bedroom window.

Eventually...

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twists and turns of serpentine.
perfumes that emanate from time to time,
through a wall of quietus-trees.
perils in the doubting waters,
amidst the anaconda, caiman, and piranha.

perhaps, after all, man is the more sinister
as his stomach growls
and his...

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Last tendered lifeline sought as battered psyche under your bellowing wave rips
Final act of penance remitted from bleeding, parched lips
Hemorrhaging from bandaged sorrows that only strerile soul doth eclipse
A hollow stare from deserted strand harboring...

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I’m walking around sinkholes right now,
They’re called depression
They sucked me in once
I’m here for my death attempt session
They grab me by my ankles and try to pull me in
I can hear them whispering in my...

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Frazzle dazzled Summer escapades,
a wave of madness hoists a red flag;
Fuchsia allows my brain to defrag,
sunsets melt hues into softer shades;

I can now turn down those hot coals
that my emotions have been tossed on;
Acting impulsive...

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November water somber black
Runs under haunted houses down the block
Moving through the shallow aqueducts
Poisoning shadows, contaminated, liquefied 
Red bricks cling to deposits rank decay
Waters feed  on foundations  on  limestone rocks
Down there to...

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In the rarest quiet of my mind
I think about you sweet Angel love...
the maelstrom of users and abusers 
that splashed your wings with blood.
Smeared coal dust under your pretty sad eyes
rusted out the final diamond...

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No words ...
no words strong enough
to capture this obscenity
as egrets and alligators,
shrimp and oysters
and human beings suffocate
on the stench, the filfth of the latest
greatest disaster.

On the radio
some myopic crackpots
are talking about the price of BP...

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Record ice storms reported in the news.
Multiple car pileups.
Unwary pedestrians fading into sinkholes.
Power lines down, roofs caving in.

God is angry, letting us know
he’s still in control.
No more towers of Babel!

At the tower reaching toward heaven
he...

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This just in,
earth is careening toward an asterisk,
speeding toward a footnote,
alien podiatrists are monitoring.
Elephants have moved in-land
refusing interviews to the press.

In other news,
sinkholes have been rescued
from children’s ears.
Cyclonic swirls of pelicans
have created a weather front
scientists...

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The bed sheets wrinkle up
to their usual comfort zone.
It is never my own.

Like extra pounds
that fail to match
some weighted acceptance;
trendy styles
draped over thin
and flawless skin.

Perfection;
an elusive thing,
flawed and non-existent
without contrivance.
Cleverly captured
then mercilessly projected.
Media's vapors
drench the...

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I see, looking through a novel read long ago
that most of the story I had overlooked
or misunderstood.

Strings of decades are often a compendium
a journey disjointed by sinkholes and rockfalls;
a digest often left undigested.

If I perused...

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