Long Splices Poems

the bright monitor
glares through inky darkness--
a clock ticks

My heart lurches painfully in my chest as my mind tries to process what I'm seeing. My mug of coffee sits on the coffee table -- how fitting...

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Sinfonia
Phi For One
Mu for Alpha

Orange splices of pure fire fall to the cavernous wall as if the world was on its head,
Shadows of friends in greeting prints the rock a far, 
I sit in comfort...

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A minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem posse sub bully dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his spurt full of peace, bot...

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The Big Ben chimes thrice
The chime letS go of its wings
and swallows a bee-sting--
it sprays its spine with spice. 

The printer reboots in haste
The fruits play hide-and-seek
and collide with a geek--
it munches them into paste.

The...

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Anticipatory overtones of indiscretion
Summoning the spare change of society
To rise up above normality
And to….

Super sonic microfilms of history
Telling a different story
A time when things were black and white
Preserved forever to a disk

Word  spoken splices...

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Pretty double dipping fingers,
smooth peanut butter skin quality
Jelly coated lies that lip lingers ... 
has a heart so sticky and slippery

Welcoming the curious to come take a bite of guise,
lust smeared desire tasted between white...

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Madness, the Mad Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on the wicked witches thighs.
Chicken Little wanders by.
 
"Madness," Hitler's...

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Madness, the Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's complaint**, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by....
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on Dorothy's thighs...
Chicken Little wanders by.
 
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. 
Madness...

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Splices and splashes in the spring of daylight,
sprinkle of treacle tranquillises mind sweet.
Don’t get me wrong even the greenery  is key,
gentle is sound stream has bought me full ease
Rest assured… sunshine gleaming over ‘MY’...

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I refuse to think of these days as melancholy.
The “s” has been missing on my keyboard for about a year now,
and in that year I have felt great pleasure, surmounted
great obstacles, and have wrangled
and tormented...

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The complexity of my mind
is a kaleidoscope of colors, 
blending together with my moods, 
melting with my personality.

In the state of darkness, 
the murky browns and grays
swirl like a fog, 
encroaching on solitude

Happiness explodes in...

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In the night, ignite the light 
Meant to delight
The flight undertaken
To heal the heartbroken

Writhing in pain
Overloaded in vain
Misunderstood
In a morose mood

Catalysed
Scandalised
To a high degree
In a sentiment spree with glee

Although torture
In a suture culture
Unabated
Sated and dated

Rubs...

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Sun's rays glint through the glistening pines
Residual moisture imbibes the fawning heat
A cloak of needles hovers over the clandestine copse
Fertile fortress clothes the stunted flora
A whispering breeze bristles through the jaded cones
Resinous scent blankets the...

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rich inspiration
complements
 &augments


at
that
crucial &
 originals
positioned
 so
precisely
 identified
 theme


a  movement’s
heightened colour
impresses
with descriptive
 energy
shifting &
contorted

yet
 beguiling
displayed
makes beauty
  apparent&
identifiable
  as
a conceit

in
a
sense of
 the emphatic
stillness
    splices
the
enchanting
unending stream
into
a
strange wonder


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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Come Fill The Cup

Come fill the cup
with the mystical wine
that turns man into boy again;

That splices wings 
to the heels of an old dancer
yielding leaping arcs above the main;

That endows a vibrant voice
with a worn...

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She spins in tight circles
flashing her wonders of three
she lets in the night
coquettish and willing to tease

smoke splices her air
apparent,
weaving and grabbing the need
it's not wanton
but wanted

ropes can't hold back life
cutting the tension
a sharpened knife
splaying...

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