Long Skyways Poems

IN THE SILENCE 

There is a longing in my being,
Someone nudging, also speaking, in the silence.

For ears truly listening, eyes that are watching, 
beyond the acceptance of an unnatural botching, 

Away from the laughing, pointing...

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 Continued from Part 1

The orphans and widows lean into the breeze
watching horrified hangmen descend to their knees 
for the angel of mercy’s no longer inclined
to forgive vengeful  phantoms (oh Furies of night!) ,
...

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AWAKENING

Sleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,
morning’s vacuum broke the spell
Pitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,
“from your friend, a fond farewell”
Sunrise throbbing, twilight aching... grieving,
daydreams, flashbacks, nightmares knell
Pale phantasms, visions sneaking... thieving,
plot to fill the...

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WE ARE POEMS

We are poems by design, 
clever rhythmic sounding rhymes. 

Doing exactly what we do,
lengthy wit or wise Haiku.

Sometimes we are homonyms 
or beautiful sounds of synonyms. 

Multifaceted dialect, 
adorned in golden intellect. 

We...

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Deep in the village, far from city's charm and gleam,
Primitive childhood days, with toys of mud we’d dream,
Swinging on tall tree branches, our airplanes up the skyways,
Butt scooting down the anthills, our high-end cars on...

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Opulence is not flatulence especially in a house. And onion peel is very useful for persuading a plant to float in a prism. It is often great to watch a pea boat sail past. Rather...

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As the day awakens
                     waving to and fro
palm trees sway to greet the dawn
 ...

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Temps are freezing, but the locals 
Do not care a whit.
They leave their jackets at their desks 
And onward they do flit...

To coffee shops and hair salons,
To newsstands, stores and banks 
And for this huge...

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Moon standing in the dark edge
Of the skyways
Like a shameless whore
Waiting for someone
To be swept by love and lust
Falls her tender beauty
On my bathtub filled with
The crystal clear water
Tranquilized like drunken
Changing itself into mirror
In which...

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What might it be that it is not?

That you may think it

It shall become.

To this truck 

A tin-can life be tied;

Riding byways, flying skyways

Painting scars upon the face

Of every universe passing.

Pushing back upon us 

In...

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‘Tis a land of forever night,
But ebony it is not.
The moons generously command the heavens
Shining ever so bright.
The brightest of all pure-blue
Moonlight.

The trio of grand lunar giants
Appear to lumber with great slumber
And horizontal perfection,
Across forever...

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Railway bridges broken
Close to Kennesaw
Dreamin drivin alternating patterns of nightfall

Transcendental clothesline
Draw another frame
Elevatin transitory wielders of disdain

Washed beside the azure fabric
Of mystery melted and dry
Preservation ringing bells
To swallow your pride and
Try, magnificent, try

Telepathic skyways
Cloaked in...

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