Long Sourly Poems

Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I refused to sing,
Almost an anticipation in his voice,
As if he...

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Though the people, place, and time were different, it was rather clear to me, that this picture I had seen.  It was as if history was repeating itself.

The year before had ended on a...

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The way to a girls heart 
                        seems to be sour candy?...

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Marcus, as a child heard it all, the oral stories
Ancient in glories quickening his vein. Like blood
Rolling where the Roaring river runs, peonies
Calling up ancestral history in dream and flood
Unfold desires of in streams of...

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JUXTAPOSED AWARENESS

On and within the fullness 
of this beautiful sunshine day,
I peacefully sit here pondering 
the present chaos of the world.

How awe confusing…it all is–
outside, flowers are blooming,
birds and butterflies are soaring,
and the quiet wind...

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REMEMBER  MY  VICTORY.
On  this  tattered  mat  I  yarn,
Bitten  up  my  rusty  thumb,
Reviewing  all  have  lost  to  dust.
This  sophisticated...

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                    The beer gardens of hatred
          ...

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And this your gift/ For our bounty…

“Wake up to reality, 
nothing goes as planned in this accursed world”— Madara

Is it religious for a prayer mat to welcome a man 
who is saturated with his own...

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Daddy never told me I was pretty
Instead he told me to be smart and study. 
Read a lot, be well-behaved and witty.
That would bring you far. Now I am muddy

And stained with hearty failures, ugly...

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I woke to you exploring my coastline
finger tracing every hidden, jutted stone
weathered wood
and whipping titanium grass

 
Your muffled voice in the dark
filling up the creaking tide pools
in india ink
careless and velvet

 
I find I can...

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If I could write a ballad no one else but you would hear it.
If I were god I would tap into your special frequency so that other prying ears
would not be able to judge.
If only...

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'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
            ...

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Oh, Autumn, our beauty, our bridge. Most times, you are very good; but sometimes, your season brings the BAD*. Only on rare occasions do things turn ugly. Usually, when I think of you, I am...

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The Chef

As the Bourdain said a cook is nobody
he has no power no one cares what he has to say
some of them are gifted with a natural talent for food and its ingredient 
and flashes...

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*Reassured*
Amidst the glitzy party, I wallow in suffocation, 
Secluded in the bathroom – my apt accommodation. 
Trapped within the hollow walls, I weep aloud, 
Brutally slapping myself until my brain clouds.
My nerves throttling, I strangle...

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Daddy told us not too,
while Mom sourly warned.
Though they scolded,
loud and clear,
we devilishly disobeyed.
Up on that roof top,
at least 30 feet from ground,
carelessly balancing on the shingles,
one step,
two
we were so young,
so adventurous, 
the nights lasted...

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Plaster the walls with mud.
Shake the heavens of the blood. 
Bitter tasting and sourly sweet.
Were the feelings that sat at my feet.
Black curtains of faces so torn.
Worrying seems so forlorn.
Tear the tears and tear the...

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One minute you say you love me..
The next minute your griping and yelling.

Within an hour we start talking and stop bickering.
Then at the end of the day you come home and start your clamoring.

A week...

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the cultivators

taught how to walk and talk
they approached as a group
each with a bowl of bread
given unto them by a lord
trying to speak and be strong
i said, "time moves along,
it, can't stand here all day
in...

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My bro I am joining you thought your tense and glummer 
To cross the seas and into to the blue 
Into the unknown you go 
What a brave and strong soul you are to me...

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The dying from torture should this resist,
Over the struggle to hang on persist;
His would-be killers punishing badly or a little
-Like glass taking for the still brittle-
With  teeth that still understand ‘How to bite’
And palms...

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I
I am
I am in 
I am in poetry 
I am in poetry soup
I am in poetry soup to 
I am in poetry soup to stay 

I am used to sourly, 
salty, dryly, whyly
 and sweety foods
Because...

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A crook speaks sweet words to crook
                But his heart is sourly. 
               The lemon tastes sour 
             But it is healing diseases. 

The healer mix up the sour and sweet juice
                And it is...

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Sugar Cain spin speeches
coming from wrinkled, prune faces
Citrus acid tongue leeches
latching on to golden palatial places

Waxy viper lips moving in lamprey motion,
voodoo witches brew is an anaconda potion
Goodwill gestures nod seen tone sourly,
Facial expressions is...

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Death – Remember me Tomorrow

Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us lovers with mystery

Living the past in a cinematic telling
Ironic that...

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