Long Sooty Poems

Together we are like crisp morning snow and dry sooty oil poured onto the ground in our different ways. I putter around the home like puppy dog waiting for his next meal and she toils...

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Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I long to join again
in my brethren’s song..

fading sunlight falls in...

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Another day in dreamland

Wake up.  Watch the sun ease in the light
like the day before, goin back, and on some more.
Cuddle with the reasons why while I collect
my unconscious back from the sky.
Okay, get...

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The barrister had always been a liberal thinker

An uprising star with roaming genes of a tinker

In the court-room she never took of her guard

But in real life she had become a nude poet and bard


When...

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*THE ARMAGEDDON   IN THE SOUTH*

Blessed with inestimable reservoirs 
Countless traps sealing gas yet untouched 
Seated on wealth beyond its numbers 
Wealth to sustain their  tenth generations 
Enough  to feed the glutton...

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Reeds and dry mud walls,
Into whose crevices, weaving needles and knives are fixed.
Iron sheets of rust on top,
(The only modern feature!)
With leakages through which we can even visualize the sun,
Through which rain water and even...

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The  sirens are gone now
                             ...

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She screamed  frantically, “My boy is in there!
Somebody, please!  Help Him!”  But nobody cared.
The mob was all running, fleeing the scene,
on her brother’s face the firelight gleamed.

“You have to help Keenan, he’s...

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A splinter of golden sunlight seeps through the
Still-settling haze. I can see it through a crack in the rubble
Where pieces of building are precariously stacked
Like the toy blocks of a child. I can feel a...

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Encomium for cumulative collection of trash

The pyromaniac within yours truly
beckons sacrificial ritual
mine burning (man's)
sacred plastic bags
of rubbish (comprised of: hairs combed,
ditto trimmed from dead head,
filthy lucre - ha, phlegm
wrapped in tissue paper,
snips and snails,
and puppy...

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O souls of the Island, 
I have silently 
heard through 
tropical torrents 
and surpassed 
a million miles 
of the milky seas, 
away from 
mint-marine 
silhouettes of my
utopian wonderland, 
as strawberry 
ripples and 
coconut-scented 
musings called...

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My post-mortem may bear the stroke of your hand, in your lap,
On your knees with a single tear so priceless
That may fall on my cold cheek with power to revive, resurrect.
But not this time, not...

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You are my life and in that I believe
	Always my love will be only for you

			Flattering though that sounds I must confess
			My first love is chocolate - sad but true

	Sensual visions to capture the feel
	Bringing...

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The protoplanetary phase
of nebulae sidereal
occurs in astral later days
before the stage ethereal
when cloud impressions like Monets
create new star material.

At edge of inky Coalsack cloud,
nebula Caldwell Ninety-nine,
amidst the murk of dusty shroud,
PPN stellar redesign
with brilliance beauteous...

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Man and dog, reputed best friends, rise above death’s fears.
With lives on the line, heroes save, minds and hearts in action.
Stories mount across counties where rescuers save many tears.
Not for any gain or fame, but...

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Strange, yet a reality none the less:
the oppressed destroying themselves 
for the sake of the oppressor.

The battle of creatures of the sea
has now become that of the humanity
of the conquered land.  A bizarre misguided
catharsis...

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     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is but a mere lie, 
     ...

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Jazz Horn

Now put your left foot forward.
Next put your right foot ahead.
See how that works?
See how the workings of these two appendages
Facilitates the outcome
Of one continuous forward motion
To where you’re going … in this world?
Welcome,...

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EBONY BUTTERFLY

We all can fly
With powdered colored wings
Different you and I
But we're of the same being
BUTTERFLY
Look at me
At my mastery
See the beauty within

And surrounding, ever holding me
Is the many colored wings
Fluttering, embracing, holding me
Above this...

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I heard the voice of the well,
I approached the curb,
There was black sooty,
It was probably your call.

As a low message
From the depths,
The narrow circle of the shipwreck,
From your former splendor ...

I bent, but not for...

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Clinging to the edge feverishly, knuckles whitening viciously, hanging on to you, hands gripping you tightly, letting you drag me along, this crumbling road, this winding path, made for two. Frozen, still as a rock,...

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“Empathy is emotionally connecting oneself with another in his hardship and pain, showing compassion and loving concern” ~ by Poet


Through the country paths, I lazily loitered
Watching Nature in its changing hue
Straying farther into the interiors
Sundry...

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Ashes,
Black, gritty, sooty signs
Painted on the foreheads
Of humanity parading about.
My thumb would be black
For several days following
The signing of so many foreheads,
The dark soot engrained
Within my right thumb print.

Ash Wednesday is a magnet
That draws people,...

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Isolated by a quietly devouring madness she sits,
Curled into a foetal huddle in the wreckage of an unmade bed
Her knees jacked up to her chin, her eyes shut - translucent battened hatches
 Her lips parted,...

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I think we should have a
World Sex Day
A universal energy release to
cure Mother Earth
All we do is probe her
private parts
With drilling machines,
bombs and nuclear waste
And leave her on heat
Dissatisfied
Unloved
We leave her oozing with
acidic rain and...

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