Long Sponged Poems

I look up at the ebony, starlit sky…I’m gravity-bound…I’m awestruck 
& I don’t know why I feel stuck in place…I’m searching all over the place…the 
only thing I seek and prize is your striking face…but,...

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a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals

optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test dummies
foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope
initial faith for survival quickly...

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Thunder and lightning ruled the black night
As the frightened young mother struggled 
Beads of sweat ran down her pretty face
The old midwife calmly sponged off sweat
She hummed a lullaby to soothe her pain
Praying that the...

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The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.

'Tis to...

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At the beginning of my shift at Like Home Inclusive Care,  I always check in on Miss Rosa first. I usually check her vitals and get her ready for her breakfast.
She was one of...

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My never ending
     search for whatever
     this psychologically gout
riddled rhyme stir to
     write (a poem) about
found me figuratively
     staring...

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Banal secrets…


Just another night.
He leaves 
a bagful of snacks, 
cans of emptiness
scattered on the lumpy couch, 
in front of the tube 
now broadcasting 
a series 
on those who are yet to return, 
the traceless ones
the...

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How do I deserve the treasure
Of your nightly presence,
Holding me, welcoming me
To this bed that we share,
Where cares of the day
Are sponged away by downy comfort?
Never have I experienced such
Freedom in a relationship.
Receptivity is your...

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Though I've created my own Egypt
Doing things as if God does not exist.
Could not wait for the unknown.
I'm burning with passion, inflamed with lust. 

Just! Because sin is the matter in the heart.
I was told...

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Taxied to the terminal. The fare paid,
vagrants begged for alms, some too drunk to care.
Shrunken faces, weather beaten, they played
a sad tune of which I was unaware.
Some had the means, even possessed the fare
to transport...

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On a sweat sizzling and scorching summer day,
I sponged my eyes with chilled water and said good morning.
I showered my mind with new notions and greeted every minute.
I sauntered to living roomand took a lanky...

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My hands are full of sandwich,
Smell of peanut butter, too.
Is that bite of grape jelly
Shirt worn by little ole you?

My hands have finished eating.
Shirt has been sponged almost clean.
My face has sticky substance,
It is tasty,...

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Plush lips and a pouty face, 
still I can’t hear a thing you say;
Distracted by all the work done 
in the name of high fashion;

Now you look just like a toon,
sponged with what’s real covered...

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With locked jaw frustration resembling pain,
with a mind bubbling over releasing so as not to go insane
I write....
From the corner of my mind that rocks back and forth
along side the pitiful person who knows not...

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