Long Stippled Poems

I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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THE GRANDSHIP HISTORIA 

Come, let us explore the Grandship Historia;
taller and wider than imagination!
Our guest passes allow us to visit as it sails
on uncharted waters along the
cosmic ocean of Eternaus.

Before, in grand ship building times
formation...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the sun
crossroads...

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Eroticism -
             a supple spine in a wanting curve
       and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly 
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy...

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Radical planet friendly measures
equals earning kudos as unsung hero
(think environmental/carbon footprint)
nearly absolute zero
while global population quarantine
suspension of civil rights
would never fly with trumpeting pharaoh.

Since United States economically crippled
(as well rest of world wide web)
courtesy coronavirus...

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As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming

We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval
Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic, 

This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval. 

Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest,

These distant fields furrow...

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No Conclusions, THE PROCESS OF PAINTING ***

Not often between lines.
Crossing lanes.  Consuming spaces.
 Ordering gray shadows
Like shaded fog or misty traces —
In a measure of displaced displays
Of reality’s clarity 
In impressions or abstractions,
To emphasize...

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Painting You

Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights, 
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…

Next, I embrace the required...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility,...

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Serging through life, I whipstitch, weft, and welt,
But always, my thoughts are pick-threading.

As stippled patches of emotion rise and fall in me,
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Just too many scars.

The mindless mind stresses...

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seagulls surf the wind
my escorts home
across the waves

                  streamlined gannets
        ...

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I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn 
as dappled sunlight through my window shone 
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn 
a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones

What virile fantasy had I born...

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Glimpses I caught between the swishing traffic 
on that sidewalk in cold rain and colder wind 
and a cast-off Cleveland Browns windbreaker: a man 
tottering a mime of an off-center grandfather clock, 
and, oh yes,...

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I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn 
as dappled sunlight through my window shone 
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn 
a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones

What virile fantasy had I born...

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I began a poem this morning
driving in the rain.
I turned the radio off,
not interested in voices.
I repeated the lines to myself,
but I was driving
and it slipped away in curious, strange whispers.

I wanted to tell of...

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She lived in a house in a deep dark wood,
Her name was Shona McFee.
When she let down her hair where the oak-tree stood
The mist rolled in from the sea.
It curled and it twirled and enfolded...

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...inspired by 'Inside And Outside' by Allen Tate


As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another...

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...inspired by 'Inside And Outside' by Allen Tate


As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those ran and won another race.
Those...

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As moonbeams settle softly on her face, 
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there, 
a woman whose whole life was spent in care 
for those who ran and won another race. 
Those stippled hands,...

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As moonbeams settle softly on her face, 
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there, 
a woman whose whole life was spent in care 
for those who ran and won another race. 
Those stippled hands,...

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Yes as inspired by great poet Brian Johnston, I retitle this, ''God's kind of  poetry.''
 
Glorify the Great
Architect
Awesome artist of nature
Author of the universe,

Glorify God
for beauty infinite,
For the markings bedecked
for the striped and the...

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As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another race.
Those stippled hands, the measure of her...

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If I were the compassionless sort
without regard for flowing sanctity,
and if hunger more dire than thirst
rocked through me with stings true,
I would think of babies as morsels
of puffy flesh more succulent than
the sinewy knots riddled...

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*** This Painting I Do ***
                        (A Devotion Poem for Jim)

It is...

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