Long Somersaulting Poems

Fork git about spooner hiz ham

And join (singing the words 
in the next paragraph) whether alone
in a traffic jam
basting, cooking, then eating a lamb
prepared by thee missus
a superb culinary madam.

“A Ram Sam Sam” Lyrics
A ram...

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"Another Better World"


These little sins 
you smoothly skip across the waters of fairweather lives 
like darkness hidden underneath deadly white lies,
like throwing pebbles casually across The Lake of Tears
that reflect rippling rings rapidly racing outwards...

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“Nightingale and Roses”

the heart burst open
like a canary cracks open its cage with a song
listening to the nightingale with roses
flying like a throatful soul escaping 
from somewhere deep within,
soaring out the cavern measureless to man,
that...

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Finding the plot

Of lost innocence
engrained in untold memories

The silenced absence 
in past present unspoken
stories well hidden
and therefore evoking
my past and my future
not mine and mine

Quite a mind-field
mines bombs blazing
artillery burning houses

My antecedent shelter of
generational tapestry
knotted...

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Just as well I was driving at a moderate speed.
Having resumed control I spied Lelia sticking her tongue out at those reckless varmints.
She stopped the minute I noticed.
Odd.
“Children …….sometimes you have to act like a...

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he licked the carving knife at every meal
the old gods hovered close
he knew who they were and furthermore
why they want to be real so badly
consequently only the curious will ever
make sense of this enmanglement
letters of...

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S t r e n g t h ~
a somersaulting sigil
you wear in stillness,
when the gold of ascending dawn
kisses the skin of sleeping sand,
when the skylark softly
serenades serenity for the unseen,
while I trace the running...

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written on time’s page
                               ...

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I turned the clock of time to look deeper into the divine; I turned the clock of time to see what is mine. The wheels keep spinning and the machine keeps rolling and I behold...

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The girl stood by the window,
Her head turned slightly  to best observe the dreaded finger,
When it walked into the room.
The finger that which by its very actions would seal her fate.

Would this finger seemingly...

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I see some moose running down the street with antlers sticking out like guns, bursting through the crowd sending people on the run and scavengers flying around the sky landing on power lines beating drums...

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I have waited
For more than a decade
To know of who the skies 
Would choose as my partner
In this world

I have waited
With the patience
Of one so totally enamored
With the idea of you,
Having fallen from your altar
Up...

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While I stood on the high cliffs
Letting the winds mess my hair
With their invisible hands,
Enjoying, nevertheless,
Their refreshing caress on my skin,
I saw, a short distance away,
A colony of mer-people
Somersaulting towards me!

Lost in the wonder of...

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On the woolly folds of sleep, I sailed to a place
Where thoughts and fancy made an alliance
A place that never existed anywhere on the Earth 
And never seen or glimpsed by any human eyes	

Before me,...

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"The Stages of Madness"



Blue bleeds 
into each day 
cloudy I wait 

for some sign 
from You
a ghost waving

who 
could blame me
an Ocean inside 

I am 
Cumulonimbus 
bursting

the clouds 
gather the tears
in their reigning 

signs 
are...

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Is it a reverie or a true slice of life?
Have I landed in Arcadia or an earthly paradise?
All seems so magical, eyes refusing to believe.
Am I dreaming or do I simply fantasize?

I see everything clothed...

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When words quiet my mind and awaken
my spirit, I feel the seasons of life
harmonize. But tedious thoughts and busy 
days return too fast, so I pocket the retrievable
words, the simple notes of poetic music; my...

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The night is cold
The shadows of it spew out spit
Spit made of acidic nature
Spit willing me to cower in fear
Hidden from the rest of the world
Too cowardly to even dare glance at the glowing moon
To...

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Every moment of every day has its beauty…from the dawning of first light…
But today I’d like to concentrate on the beauty of the night.

Darkness has a subtle way of muffling all sound as it drifts...

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She smiles
and considers the crowd,
all backward somersaulting
detached vagabonds, all,
serious soft smalls revealed -
marshmallows imbued
with the glee of writing 
irregular poetry;
works of art thou art,  
thou art, thou art, all indeed -
and what did Dickinson...

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Zany and free spirited, Mr. Bungo is a one man show
Yodeling any song you like, doing the "old soft shoe"
Xenial to one and all, he can always charm the crowd
Wild and crazy is he, in...

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The old man gazed at the sun about to set
And its molten core soon to dissolve in the sea
Scratching his head with tremulous hands
And running his fingers on the stubble of his unshaven face
He held...

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Passionate

Preferring to accomplish one’s goal instead of listening to the pessimistic angel play
      her harp.
Assertively attracted by the adrenaline rush one feels whenever he has
     ...

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They don't taste the same
as the ones that filled
those big jars which sat 
in a cupboard serving out 
the four week wait.
My mouth still craves
for that first crisp bite, 
the tangy, sweet release
of spicy vinegar...

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An idea whispers,
sneaking in on cat’s paws,
a sly grin curling at the edges,
as I sip morning coffee, unaware.

It dances on tiptoes,
skipping across my mind,
twirling, pirouetting,
a ballerina in a china shop.

My thoughts, the porcelain,
shatter in its...

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