Long Soulfulness Poems

The Evening Soup, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s La soupe du soir

						To J.-K. Huysmans

(Verlaine here paints a stark tableau of working-class or peasant life shorn of any symbolic or imaginary references. Even if I see no...

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SHARING A PARK BENCH QUIETLY

Oh that?
That’s a relic representing recollections my mother’s had for years
A creation carved with creativity and counted among her most cherished possessions
It was designed during many consecrated conversations and sanctified sessions
Her...

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Many days have gone and past us by,
Still in my memory
live cherished stories of an angelic voice
and a girl named Emily.
A young lady of no more than sixteen years
with a beauty few could see.
With tattered...

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I'm that my words and pen can't express my weakness.
Nobody could have foreseen I felt such happiness.
My bald secret is now included in my poetic liveness. 
I'm at a loss for words to define my...

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DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards and whores gifted
But given the...

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NOTE TO ME RE THINGS SHE TOOK FROM ME:
My compassion-------My time-----My energy
The reason I woke up early just to be with her more hours
The belief that honesty and purity can exist in the union of...

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DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISYV
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards being gifted
But given the wrong...

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My inspiration is Joe Bonassamo's cover of Midnight Blues
with fantastic, amazing blues guitar playing and voice

~ and my lyrics go like this ~

its dark dark in my soul at midnight
and I'm miles from being...

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DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart be lifted?
Because there are too many hoards being gifted
But given the...

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Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils
In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover
Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure
Rejoicing with fragrance within this meadow of elation

Full throated birdsongs from summer...

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True beauty defined by that which is isolated 
The loathe for that which is natural. 
An internal abhor, despising her vivacious soulfulness. 
It is the pigment she is hated for
It is the excessive melamine they...

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Once I knew to laugh
with the abandonment of youth;
unmindful of shocked gasps and disapproving glares.
Joy and merriment the wings underneath my laughter. 
For the sublime buoyancy laughter gave my soul, I laughed.
My laughter rivaled the...

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The Art
         The art of music reveals the soul's effigy
         The overture that eternally imparts its recital
  ...

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A life with you, lived in the blossoms
Showered together by rain, greener in the autumn
Close to your heart, a place with immense beauty
Where we lived together, loving being our duty.

Your look exhibits smiles, of infinite...

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CONTEMPTUOUS CONCERN
 
I’ve never held such contempt for a woman I love so much
I’ve never been so repelled by a lover’s tender touch
I’ve never woken up with dripping eyes for a true lover lost
And no...

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CONTEMPTUOUS CONCERN
 
I’ve never held such contempt for a woman I love so much
I’ve never been so repelled by a lover’s tender touch
I’ve never woken up with dripping eyes for a true lover lost
And no...

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My blues, haunting sounds I take out on my acoustic guitar.
Spiced up melodies, finger picking out my blues my way.
Those bends, holding down a string, subtle scooping of a note,
Hitting the sweet spot on those...

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On Being Soulful

Spiritual moments
on being soulful
find their certain
metaphysical aspects
when one seeks a
deeper meaning
and a sense
of true joy,
by connecting
with one’s soul
that lies at the
very core of all
human beings
and their
individual existence
on this
physical entity,
we all call
and know, as—
Our...

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You seem behind reach...
if I had the courage to touch
your teary face and stop those tears,
I'd be glad to give you more happiness!

Your beauty is the secret you hide
inside waiting for someone
to discover it and...

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I found my soulfulness

at an early age. My depth

of spirit, creativity, self awareness

is free flowing.  In written words, deep

inspired poetry allows touching

emotions to be.  To drift. To float.

Constant soul-searching of my inner life...

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A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere – “Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,” as Herbert says, fine nets and stratagems.”...

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Gladness, sadness, soulfulness, and loneliness often foam.
The inner irritations that erupt like volcanoes
Unexpressed emotions, like ghosts of the passed away, roam
Urge to break all settled foundations blows like tornadoes

Bats and owls of fears, worries, and...

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Change is Graceland when
you're close to the edge.
Future memories, wonderous stories,
our tales of tomorrow, yesterday and
today awaken words on living pages.
10 percent emptiness minus the 
realities of life--pauses--serves to
endear one's flight into discarnate
realms periodic of...

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Poem: I am 5'6

5'6 brown eyes 178lbs of soulfulness.
Yes my skin is dark brown but there is need for sadness.

What you're looking at is a woman with goals and vision.
Just don't try to interrupt the...

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Aging like a fine wine (if I liked wine)
Narcissistically loving, proudly broken
Daughter of the Pryors, Moe and Vickie, soulmates
Lover of calm breezes running the first of 10 miles on a Sunday morning
Who feels invincible in...

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