Long Stamen Poems

Walking down the alley behind the buildings on Royal street the Mandevilla and Jasmine vines line the sidewalk calming my stressed nerves.  The sweet fragrance of the flowers intoxicating my senses.  My luggage...

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There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain peaks

1's and 0's
blushing co-binaries 
of upright monotheistic YangPower
never
ever yielding to...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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No Saints were Artists….



Suckd down a portal incorrectly chosen by disbelief blah and a challenge that is ill advised plays out a lost and a soul was threatened to be taken but should counter offensive...

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"The Periwinkle Time"



Blues crushed prepossessing Violet
Lavender starbursts 
sharp as diamonds
undressed, a soul preys 
with black as crow feathered lashes
that rim the open mirrors 

There in the Pierian Reviviscence of Periwinkle
within each twin reflection 
auroral Jade...

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Resemblance
by Michael R. Burch

Take this geode with its rough exterior—
crude-skinned, brilliant-hearted ...
a diode of amethyst—wild, electric;
its sequined cavity—parted, revealing.
Find in its fire all brittle passion,
each jagged shard relentlessly aching.
Each spire inward—a fission startled;
in its shattered...

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I say I'm a designer of systems, plans
Man's
Parts that stand together, set in place to serve
Trees and planets, too, which are unplanned by us
The observant, wise man
Tries to understand
Name the parts, pistil and stamen
Rocks, eskars
Elements.

Winter...

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feeling his vitamin injection a new adventure begins
a slapstick epic of unfathomable implication here unfolds
as the rat gnawed curtain rises at Ye Bone and Gristle
among the clattering of wooden pints of bitter ale
the floor show...

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Proliferation the wonder of it all
from a tiny seed becomes a tree tall
pollen from stamen floats on winds call
DNA puzzles do many enthrall

Written instruction for what it becomes
answers to life’s perplexing problems
a manual so tiny...

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Valley’s of sleep that hold on to virtue through the years,
Distant from the arms of  cities where vice and lust rule governments,
Where social values preach chastity to innocent hearts,
Where the earths depressions shelter Mr....

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7

playing on the raw-coal 
the under-clothes of the airhostesses 
continue to sing a song

even-then the germination of the almonds 
can never become the sugar-candy 
made of palmyra 

may...

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Colors of Blessed Trefoil, 
Sentience; turn into glitches toil.
Sift unto oblate displacement 
of Times crustal plate hourglass Life+soils.

Arisen from the beginning 
in-end defiance coil.

Herefore Eden-aftertide, aeon trace after aeon 
in, thrill ride chase to make...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "In Stasis, Black Iris"



Oriental Lily's 
Stamen bleeds 
blush ochre dust
like icing sugar
duelling tongues
sweet captive 
musk

over stagnant 
white pure perfume
Stains soft feather fingerprints 
sweet bruises across warm velvet skin 
imprints a new story
a...

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There was a flower with a dream
Within its heart like a sun
And life was like a living stream
That kept rolling on and on
The flower grew each day brighter
And the dream steadfast yet
Like a stamen still...

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Grandma had a garden
that she carefully tended to
she talked to her fruits and veggies
as she made her walk through
On this particular day 
my hardball went astray
landed smack in the middle
of her green garden inlay

Swiftly yet...

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Be wild me
tighter than air in a balloon….are we?
O2 squeezed between the lines and the coded dots n dashes
We vibrate like the long metal fingers of every rake …on earth
Dirt- grated
….the sound of the pebble...

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Passionflowers winter-wilted and passionless,
twining around the treillage of a wintry world,
winter-weakened, flower-frail in the ice-vice of cold's hold.

Ice-ivy creeping and strangling; a crunching and grinding like sharded glass
beneath boots, around roots, an unearthing, uprooting, a...

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Rythmic vibrations announce your presence 
Lain on my forest floor grave we string vision
Twigs produce laden pods with hidden houdinis
Never final spiral attaches leaving with giving

Listen to tidbits from beneath, decay's largess
Brittle as ripple's rise...

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Last week you broke the silence
With fury and vigour
you shouted on the line
"I am weary of this trek"
"The climb is far too steep for me"
"It is ever slippery"
"And you in the city .. this is...

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Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots
Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell
Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts
Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel

Ruffled taffeta petals burn, vibrant five
Three wiggle flame fingered fringe
Other two...

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A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain
18 June 24
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Comes the morning fog
sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... damp  damp.

Above, waterfalls tumble...

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Slowly, gracefully your leaves dance in the early morning breeze,
gold edges winking seductively as they pirouette past reaching limbs.
Like blazing dreams they mesmerize me as the sun glimmers silver
against the mazarine sky, teasing me as...

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The pink petal is holding the buds safe like a mother hen,
I see another overlapping, 
As I keep removing the laps one by one,
I realize, isn't our life's destinies going the same,
We achieve one goal,...

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Inside my gnawing self
a realm spills down through the meadows,
wild garlands  reached by fingers from afar…
the hues, soft pastel
brushing across  winds on floats so stunning
I could taste the stamen in my wet mouth
...

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Deep in the Caribbean coral reef;
A bright blue rose, one salted leaf.
The stem has strength of ancient gods.
The roots of time have not withered
Her petals of truth grow strong with age
Her story unfolds from a...

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