Long Stringless Poems

On a Los Angeles street - play it brother, ladle it on black delirium
         A wind blows – from trumpets, oboes, and saxophones
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I opened the rusted iron gateway
bound in chain and wire, to find a landing
caked in muddied footprints, scattered about like roaches
Magpie shadows course the rain soaked streets
and puddle patterns reflect temptation as light flickers
from second...

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October’s Finale

October sets the stage for ghostly goblins – frost on pumpkins; 
 Black cats yowl on top of fences arching, upstage the moonlight;
 Floating apparitions of wraiths soliloquies in mid-flight fright;
Full moons cast eerie...

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The small antique shop beckons to me as if calling my name
I hurry to enter with great anticipation
The chime above the door provides an eerie greeting
The store is aglow with articles of times past
I pass...

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As they tend to do on ghoulish nights
the souls are screaming an endless cite
together the sound will end the fight
as the souless warriors all unite
they wonder in ever aimless march
they walk together in rounded arch
they...

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A scorpion in a crab's garb!
Has stung into my body cells;
Poisoning my joy's inner orb,
Has dug into me deep death wells…

Bitter emptiness in me shrouds,
Like dark eclipses in the Space;
Have heaven's galaxy's star crowds,
Dared dim...

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A secret accord written in breaths,
Configured in kisses and celestial caresses,
A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love,
Upon this stringless harp called Love.
Ancestral pact,
Woven from sacred gestures, liturgies of the bodies
That hide behind a curtain...

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Heaven knows why you wish to hear anger and misdirected blame
tossed toward you on the ether by unknown souls, what a shame ..
You are misguided, mistaken, a mischievous little maudlin imp 
to encourage such bad...

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Aging puppet

When I opened my eyes, I recall the weirdest dream 
I was an aging puppet time breaking my strings
Years ago, I enjoyed a younger life 
Now my strings are being cut by an age-old...

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i wish i may i wish i might
kiss upon a star tonight
meet a girl who does it right
feel super with no kryptonite
healthy like a vegemite
she gets me hi i hit the heights
no violations to my...

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Blue crested collar man     (an origional song)


i'm out on the fringe
with a stringless guitar
the silence of my strumming can be heard both near and far
hard times are a coming in a...

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In her layette, she looked fair.
‘Nimisha’, the parents called her.
When aged five, the polio plucked
the strings that her legs moved.
As a stringless violin, her legs rest.
In the wheelchair, she grows up
along with her mother’s tension,
and...

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Since the first bomb blast in my town,
I began talking to winds in strange languages.
Since bayonets had been replaced by rapist-soldiers,
I started building tin-nests on tall branches.
Since bullets became drunk with madness of
Trigger happy men...

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To love with a smile is real skill,
that in you I do most admire,
I see devotion your face fill,
and your eyes shine with love’s fire!

warmth of love is like furnace lit,
that hums and glows to...

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So long I waited watched
Breath held body trembling 
Never knowing when or if
Footsteps would absorb overpower
Every sound and noise present
In my simple yet complex world
Night after night 
Day after day I waited
My eyes playing tricks
Hallucinations...

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New Year

Dreams lie unfulfilled in my rueful nights,
the seconds, minutes, hours and days all draw
empty boxes, lists inked on paper white,
promises of plans I made, stout hearted,
in ignorance of the years gone before
when youth's resolve...

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A Bikol Poem Written by Melton Balicano

Malayug an wara pisi na gulandrina
Para hulugan kita pampadulom na liwanag.

Sa mga gab-i na ini masiyak an pugol na ina,
mahagad tawad an pabaya na ama,
nan maluhod an mahambog na...

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A cold hard rain soaks the tree
denudes its flailing branches
stamps a season's exclamation point
on the edge of approaching frost.

Leafs flutter - stringless kites adrift
floating on a mindless wind
whistling through shivering steeples
mocking the silence of dormant...

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Once we were in the mother's lap,
We used to smile our legs up.
The mother used to treat us kissing our feet,
The lap's of our mom was the best playground.
Sometimes we used to cry,
Our mother would...

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