Long Stillest Poems

The sharp knife of simplicity 
cut a transverse incision through my scalp.
The hands of hope gutted out my psyche,
deconstructed my mind,
and organized it into a coherent tumor
that fills the gap once deep in my brain....

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Standing in the tallest grass
With whispers, phantoms in the wind
I held aloft my one true love's last wish:
   That I come find her by the waves

It was all that I had
By which I...

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Grandpas ghost sits at the dusty chair.

He gazes out the stain glass window.

Smoke rolls from his wooden pipe and collects in the sun beams.

He is drawn to a divine moment of a hummingbird as still...

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Placid pond, the stillest place on earth.
Don't hate the pond scum, appreciate it's worth.
If you want to be with me, then just be with me.
I am the pond scum, please hear me.
 With a belly...

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**There is tropical warmth and listless life**
In the city this morning of July 9th 2020
The poet finding her hidden voice,
searching for the correct words,
Just to coincide with the invisible 
birds with the sweetest tunes,
on church...

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I'm thinking of Genesis where God recorded His work.
"and the evening and morning were the first, second, third... day"
on throughout the six days of Creation.
And He added each time "and it was good."

He spoke the...

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I feel unease, when trees creek so 
(The stillest slice of night cuts deep)
As wind chimes chatter to and fro 
From dusk till dawn my nerves do seize
(Alone with only mirrored thoughts)
When trees creek so,...

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Well, she's all sweet and sexual, wants not just fun
 but adventure too. Mind is full of passion fruit.
I have no doubt that I love her eyes.
They water and sparkle when starred at in wonder.
They...

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Seems like always I sit in the same lonely chair, 
but no one ever hears me, 
sees me or feels my presence; 
I might as well not be there 
for all anyone seems to know...

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Now burst forth your long-suffocated song, 
You gagged lips with mute anthems sweet! 
Speak of your celestial lays with angels high
In stillest skies above men's unmusical beat.

Say which den under heaven's serenest wings 
Writhes most...

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I believe in the whisper of wings
unseen but felt,
like a soft breeze brushing past
on the stillest of days.
I believe in the sudden glow
of warmth within
when shadows press too close,
when the world seems
too heavy to bear.
Not...

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God to me is everything 
In as much as is nothing 
You will feel love everywhere
If you look it is nowhere 

God to me is thunder 
Sent with lightening, with rain 
However, you will find...

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