Long Smokeless Poems

I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.

People were as dissimilar as their houses, the both of them rather fascinating,
Like...

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SNIPER

A yell “ man down;” then zing, pock, pock,
pock, pock against the sandbag revetment.

Down on the plain is a man in a spider hole,
he is well hidden and armed well enough,
smokeless powder provides no clues.

Binoculars...

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Season of dream haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge but that...

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shivering teeth the ceiling’s descent,
the drunken spongy borders of
dim imagined soggy pulsing
images in foggy spots,
exhalation and the sound of exhalation,
sense as the center of dampening paper
surrounded by our soft cocooning breath.
the shrieks are streaked across...

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children threw stones
at the steel-gated doors
and ran
laughing at eyes
peeking from tattered shades
the white picket fence
seemed odd in this sub-division

ivy encircled the weather-worn frame
wrapping around the smokeless chimney
covering the dirty window panes
on the house at the...

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Have you ever felt the broken guitar string, and the way it slices veins? The words 
that 
slither from your lips cut and make me bleed just the same.  As it slips into your...

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COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS &
LAPIDIS ANDRESS (KRYPTONIANS)

"DINOS SOARING She is My Nightlight"




Steely-Ships-to...Starships...AND...NIGHTLIGHTS!
Chrome-to-STEEL...and...QUESTION...MARKS/MARKS/MARKS!
Steely-Ships-to...Starships...AND...NIGHTLIGHTS!
Chrome-to-STEEL...and...QUESTION...MARKS/MARKS/MARKS!

When-YOU'RE-SLEEPY...NIGHTLIGHTS...and-STARLIGHT!
When-YOU'RE-SLEEPY...NIGHTLIGHTS...and-STARLIGHT!

Mars-to-ROME...AND...LARS-to-STARS...in-STARLIGHT!
Mars-to-ROME...AND...LARS-to-STARS...in-STARLIGHT!
VENUS...AND-ROSE...STARLIGHTS...STARLIGHTS...STARLIGHTS!
VENUS...AND-ROSE...STARLIGHTS...STARLIGHTS...STARLIGHTS!

In-the-BLACKEST...HOLES...STARLIGHT...STARLIGHTS-in-BLUE-LIGHT!
In-the-BLACKEST...HOLES...STARLIGHT...STARLIGHTS-in-BLUE-LIGHT!

CHOCOLATE-MALTS...AND-BLUE-CREAM-AND-STARLIGHT!
CHOCOLATE-MALTS...AND-BLUE-CREAM-AND-STARLIGHT!
Carved-GODS...AND-LEAVES...OF-PURE/24KARAT...GOLDEN-LEAVES!
Carved-GODS...AND-LEAVES...OF-PURE/24KARAT...GOLDEN-LEAVES!

PURE-GOLD...IN...PLATES...AND-FASHIONS!
PURE-GOLD...IN...PLATES...AND-FASHIONS!

When-YOU'RE-SLEEPY...NIGHTLIGHTS...and-STARLIGHT!
When-YOU'RE-SLEEPY...NIGHTLIGHTS...and-STARLIGHT!

Smooth-LONG-LEGS...IN-SMOKELESS-HAZE...AND-DAZZLING!
Smooth-LONG-LEGS...IN-SMOKELESS-HAZE...AND-DAZZLING!
ORBS-OF-DEE-LIGHT...and-PURE-ORBS...AND-PINK!
ORBS-OF-DEE-LIGHT...and-PURE-ORBS...AND-PINK!

GOD...OH-GOD...PURE-DEE-LIGHT!
GOD...OH-GOD...PURE-DEE-LIGHT!


FINI---FINI---FINI---FINI...

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Why is it, today?
Is it the demons playing games again in the ethereal realms?
Are they yet again trick-or-treating hidden hoof to helm?

The third of your eyes is sighing yet again,
At the inventive sight you hide...

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A young small spruce tree had grown
In the sprawling evergreen conifer forest
Once decided to celebrate Christmas alone 
In an isolated hamlet that’s the nearest.

It then started to slowly walk on a faint track
In the Christmas...

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Voices from another galaxy 
drop hints about this blissful daydream dwelling I’m 
obsessed with.
They douse the strident yelping from an unrestrained stray pup in my neighbourhood,
when it breaks clear of its tan leather muzzle with...

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Thine mind falters ‘cross thee blades.  
Smokeless heat unsheathed today,
Languishes and bleeds.  
Passionate Seeds soaked in time 
Breathe in convulsions in….

You blindly smile and close your eyes.  
In shock you’ve become mine....

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as
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Kneeling on a weathered rock
    Near top of treeless hill.
 Where silent wings of hunting hawk
    Ride the winds of higher still.

 Distanced stands the tree line.
  ...

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Any institution that rewards mediocrity over true talent based on race, shall have the number of it's days cut by twain.
For the Universe corrects itself and all that doth not deserve to be remembered, will...

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My soul is my guide.. Rumi

I once adored the warmth 
of unreachable desires.
Ascending too high, 
I fell from the sky just like Icarus.
Suffering from the flames of fate,
my eyes resembled a million candles 
burning tears...

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An Empty Circle – Part 5
 
A clearing they did enter slow,
though haste was of the days found deed
Beyond the waters chanting flow
of driftwood doors and ancient weed

There stood a man in beard of white,
not...

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After a century, 
I still get sucked into the swirl of light 
Into your eyes and attached to the flare of fire 
And rumbling steps that
Shake my walls. 

Throwing back the years, in a cave...

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Keeper of the Flame

Flame born in Genesis’ labors
 Springs from the eternal parent’s word,
Image of the ever present truth,
Soars above impotent earth
Lost in the swirling numb abyss
Fragile fire kindled by a vision’s flint
  ...

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I remember pouring imagination into you
When as a child you sat awed for my stories
Today I read poems your heart brings to view
And hear the honesty only a child knows.
Woman, mother, wife ... the child...

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I miss the smell of untainted 
air ..
The velvety touch of virgin 
hands that have never known 
sin 
I miss the sound of .. Nature 
..
The chirping birds of freedom 
and peace
I miss the times...

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.
Bleeding ripe woman,
wet naked stone;
honey rock dries--
fast star bone.
Dead memories change
just like laid,
wants fly open--
soul sky parade.
Sea moon dreams,
daddy heard stars--
known little face;
death drives cars.

________


Rainy days wash--
brick looking mud,
blank reality strings
dry midsummer blood.
Dog's child minds--
revolution...

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SPIRING

jumping over hoops,
getting caught on iron needles high.
dogs nipping, gnawing,
clawing at skin and rags,
rolling,
                     ...

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November Wind. 
November has till now been mild I had a window open
 suddenly a cold blast entered. I got up closed the window, 
which when a strong young seaman called a porthole. 
the top...

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Lights of the city are twinkling across
arches of the rivers and shining down
as if to illuminate the jolly path
of the old man known as Father Christmas-
Kris Kringle-Santa Claus or Saint Nick
tonight tumbling onto the rooftops...

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Make a wish
                                ...

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