Long Splotches Poems

Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting 
(think feeble attempt 
impersonating plumber plunging - 
unclogging backed up toilet), 
flushed with satisfaction,
now...

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 The stranger treads the sidewalk, 
Walking his happy-go-lucky canine
Solitude is preserved in him…
He’s as hard as a rock
Faint melody is heard on his cell phone 
As quick as lightning strikes
Acting chicken with his girlfriend,
Calling...

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Finally my blood began to coagulate
a graceful gel, gently thickened,
so – whatever I might feel, the settling of the wound,
has begun…

in sensitive silences, the shadows echo the fear,
felt by a heart who knows the starkness,...

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Part Two

           a hardly flickering oilwick open trough lamp lighting
limply other framed coloured pictures of Ganapati
two half-empty troughs of kunkunum and vibhuti
on the half-opened cicatrised...

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The world of Expectations

Expectations, do – in all likelihood – become frustrations.
They, in their painful anger, do become manipulations,
of both – both the aching heart and the fragile soul
and of the one’s you seem to...

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I see…
red splotches on her night gown
still oozing down her face
“I fell again.”
She looks at us
with that same wobbly smile
“I’m Ok! Don’t worry. I’m OK!”
I can’t see
a clear liquid oozes down my face

I see…
Mama is...

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(for those in Kwangju: May 18, 1980)*
after Dante

Taking this peach within the mouth, the tongue 
hovers around its sunset skin like a lover
and its Sappho sweet bite is heaven. A song

of honeysuckled rivers is like...

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"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” –Mark Twain


Gray strands, falling over crinkly skin
Where once was reflected beauty and approval,
Now there is merely old age, a has...

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I believe in the power of weather
And a teardrop from the sky is enough 

To keep me in bed all day;
The sad look of the moon

Is all it takes to get me crying again.
I believe...

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Amidst the treasures of beauty that one can ever witness,
I was leisurely enjoying an exotic cuisine in evening's tranquillity.
A mystical forest it was, covered with magical trees
that blossomed crystal flowers flashing colorful neon lights
and gilded...

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It is painted in water colors
light blue spreading out the farthest
then comes light splotches of white
you can almost see the brush move
as pink and yellow are added 
orange touches the bottom
blending with a rich red...

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Dark shadows are dancing
Around my bed tonight

This night’s been a mixture 
Of what is good and what seems bad

Tonight’s been transcendent 
And I’m alone in my room again.  

The glow of the lamp sprawls...

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Dark shadows are dancing
Around my bed tonight

This night’s been a mixture 
Of what is good and what seems bad

Tonight’s been transcendent 
And I’m alone in my room again.  

The glow of the lamp sprawls...

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The ol' saddle warn't much to look at but it was all Buck could afford.
He paid Billy five bucks fer it when Billy died and loped to his eternal reward!
The saddle fit his hoss Dan...

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I glanced up the road and was taken aback with what I saw.
I looked again and to my surprise, 
There was a troop of army guys coming down the road, all decked out in rainbow...

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I never liked the smell of lilacs although they were always
your favorite flower.
When did you stop bringing them home?  I never noticed, 
Wish I had.

I always thought walking through pine-scented woods was such
a bore,...

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The moment the clip rolled—-
cold rain of adrenaline hassled
down my spine and narrow nerves.
In Gorge Floyd I froze—compressed,
suppressed into miniature casket—-
“I can’t breathe”—the resonance of this
mighty fight of tints and taints against
the ground, as a...

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I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name and give
me more depth than the air,
than the dust I...

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Her hand races across paper after paper
Words spill from her soul and enter life
Through the metal tip of her favorite pen
Stories of war and art and the assets of life
She sees them through the eyes...

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I shield my heart with both of my eyes under shroud of dimness. 
Yearning tossed its anchors all around, under shroud of dimness.

Moans have been splotches in evening time; the curtain is moved up.
New agony...

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embrace your stains
those blots of evidence 
physical prints of memorable or
not-so-memorable times
still footprints of 
life 
echoing throughout the day
tattooing your very person
&
connecting you with every other human that 
lives amongst you
the spit, the snot, the...

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A labyrinthine of emotions sears through my being as I study my proud pastiche in new perspective, a new eye.
An angry eye, a stirred up eye, a nit-picking not-really-me-in-any-way eye.
I unenthusiastically toss some purple and...

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Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY

I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing strikes of cold water
Startling my every careful leap, place to...

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"A rose thorn pricked my finger as I laid it on the grave. 
Tears mingled with blood, staining my love's headstone."
              ...

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"The True poet eyes not beauty's surfaces, but rather its depths."
-- a poet True,
still one of few

*   *   *  
 
Each fleeting year hath left its tragic trace  
Of...

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