Long Smarm Poems

I know what it costs
to parent a tyrant
24/7
52 weeks/year
and yet avoid judging,
feeling guilty,
self-blaming shame
for all I am not sufficient,
yet.

I remember learning curious distinctions
between genuine remorse
given, when LeftBrain verbally requested,
yet without RightBrain capacity
to feel even the...

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In quiet, space breaks down into insight.
Opposing the edge amidst deceit and blight.
Imperceptible resonation is reflected back.
On a hunch, or at the stroke of night track.

A lethal tree is still close in the woodlands.
The spirit...

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My rock, my Twin Lynne

Laura and Lynne
Not two, but one, twin
From the start, in the womb
Sharing time, past the tomb
The yang to her yen

The right to my wrong
Harmonious in song
The light to my dark
Igniting my...

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She's so captivating that she has my eyes wide like a hawk
  But as always I'm contemplating maybe she thinks I'm a dork
  I never quite know what to say to her and...

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The goal of life is rapture. Art is the way we experience it.
Joseph Campbell

A calm, unpretentious, breathtaking connection,
A hypnotic glimpse of Zen-alike delightful flection.
Spirit healing serenade into the borderline,
A serenity of a viable pond is...

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The Wind Whispers to Me

The wind whispers to me of days gone by
The birds start to sing so I think I can fly
I seem to break free from my life of the past
The things that...

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On the exquisite wings of fated infinity.  
We move with subtle elegance and fluidity.
To sail into odd space on a vessel of silence.
It is clearly the domain of the swanky credence.

I desired you to...

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The hens from our small, urban farm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright:
Escape their pen, come to no harm,
See a show, without a blight.

With feathers ruffling at benight,
They made plans and added some smarm,
Darkened room, their...

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He took his leave of this world 
with the truth on his lips
while soaking in that warm bath in Paris
where he had flown to pursue a new path
having been forced to publish his poetry himself
because...

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He was once a well-built youth wielding young power
That waned little by little with every advancing hour,
Those days his upheld gait scared both man and beast,
Very stout and with less manly things contented least. 

Sweet...

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"Roses rooted in the earth
Bud in rhyme and verses sage
Lilies laugh at joyous birth
Strewn across the patterned page"

Marigolds whisper their charm
By scripting a soft story
Daisies sway with sweetest smarm
Penning down their grand glory

Small red bells...

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Breathing on the strings of the heart
Confronted by a swarm of wings wert.
Swinging melody on your glass tightrope.
Like a pendulum swung in a chasm of hope.

 Much like Saturday evening, I wandered slow.
The sun was...

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Glamour, glamour, glamour!
Where does it come from?
What does it form?
At first I thought it comes from French.
But no! In Scottish is the wrench.
In old days it meant proper grammar,
Today it’s an eccentric drama,
It’s an alluring...

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I struggle to tell her this truth,
I consult with her pleasing smile.
Woe is a world where flaws exist,
As stains breed until flavors amend.
She hears me mince through fearful smarm,
Pandora hopes she leaves this peek alone.
A...

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