Long Slate gray Poems

A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He walks 
through the plundered slumber  
of crumbled poverty, abandoned,...

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Nestled is the slender twisting trail canyon between timeless steep 
aspiring mountains and meditative sopheric sea waters 
The frail road deepens into lofty thickness further from the harsh 
volcanic valley where passion’s throes are ever...

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mine myopic eyes and ears 
   sensually and auditorially seduced 
   analogous to a melodic aire
this quick rhythmic stuttering transposes 
   gentle natural orchestral autumnal suite 

  ...

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A faction of three benches                              ...

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Roundup lassoes, swinging
Roping stars of wide open country
Sweetheart moon is swooning
Cowboy smiles wrangling darlins
Tobacco spitt’n anywhere the varmint wants

Yellow taxis the color of the sun
Brighten the slate gray egregious city
The pace of walkers as short
Or...

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Slate gray streets made even darker by cutting raindrops
Umbrellas popping up everywhere, people seeking shelter

But I stayed put, wanting to get drained with the rain,
then I hear this tinkling voice that says, “Don’t you just...

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Sacred Lake Titicaca

High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.

A treetop...

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Devoted rays of sunshine heat, 
Like ribboned baubles on the lake, 
Ride slow the roll of waves to meet 
The pebbled shore where urchins bake. 

Sporadic faded slate-gray clouds 
Invade the space of empty sky...

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Frigid, knife-edged winds from the northwest
sweep down like hungry raptors on 
pewter gray skies. Feral eyed, keen on destruction.
Late May. Sullen skies discharge sleet and glacial,
stinging rain. Threatening each newly exposed
green leaf and sprout. Frozen...

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Majestic White Mountains surround me, I travel the curvy road
They call this road the ‘Kanc’ for short, where panoramic views are sowed
Green valley’s lay beneath me, with rivers in the ravines quite deep
The slate gray...

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Round and round I go 
Unfolding my spirit of envy and gold
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in a tender place 
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty...

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Good Friends:

This is a solo Renga, which means "linked verse".  There are several types of Renga, this 
one is a 12 Verse Shisan.


A Night of Many Dreams

Thick low lying clouds
A slate gray extended dawn
Silent,...

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Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of 
reabsorption,

And my thoughts,
so flippant to implore
if a man with a...

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I need you. You are like air I am being deprived.
I need you, the heat of your body, the fire in your eyes.

For you I thirst, you are like water for my soul.
For you I...

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As the sun tinges the horizon
A pale shade of rose
Beauty touches the slate gray sky
White canvas painted exposed

Surround sound of Dove's voices
Coos echo on all sides
Roosters' fill in the deep bass sound
Mockingbirds' tone abides

All song...

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(In Nordic mythology Asgard is a location associated with the God) 

He darkened my skies to make way for the stars said she 
inside her lonely Universe there wasn't any "we"
and the music was low...

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November is a month of frost and cold,
reminding us that winter's grip benumbs.
With slate-gray skies, and winds both harsh and bold,
she casts her spell on us as fall succumbs.

The long bleak curve of winter days...

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Gazing out my window
  Slate-gray day, wind whipping
Leaves uprooted, skittering along
  October surely gone wrong

Saw rain slant across the lawn
  Threatening skies all around
A day to stay inside the house
  I...

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When a full moon was taking a bath
by the serene lake, you moved about in
abandoned identity, your sides flaring up.

A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed
around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired
to prevent a...

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The mountain was crested with snow
towering in the slate gray sky
Oh, how it made me wonder why?
Where I am going, I don't know!

A light wind whistled through the trees
Could answers be calling to me?
In this...

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First rain of spring.
Cold, driven 
on a harsh northern wind.
Welcome.
Filling the dry,
gaping cracks in annealed soil.
Restoring the earth from an
unyielding, austere winter.

Essential, though coming as
a bold remnant of winter's
frigid will.
Awakening the raw and 
callous earth.
Restoring...

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The sun rose more than an hour ago 
But the morning is a dismal gray. 
Windows are fogged with a clinging mist 
Looks like we're in for a rainy day. 

The sky is overpowering the...

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Bird song perks in the mind
as the gray haze drenches the horizon. 
It becomes harder and hard to think.
The monochromatic hours pass
from felt gray, slate gray, to black
And repeat.
The furnace hums. 
It is the only...

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Campfire light to write
in sounds of river flow
thoughts grow
toward serenity ...
unity.

As long as it doesn't rain
all will stay
as in a picture frame.

River camp by sleeping turtle rocks
as pattern shadows ancient
relfect new light by
coleman lanterns.

Morning light...

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Peer at your reflection, see with their eyes,
the bloom of roses in soft, downy cheek.
Rigid, cold looking glass, no warmth to seek.
All life must wither and the moon must rise.

Each believes they hold to the...

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