Long Sunbursts Poems

Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos 
Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, 
Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and batmobiles...
A topcoat of my father's snickerdoodle smiles sowed...

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#68. MOON WINK 

I took a trip for fun, 
between the Earth and Sun, 
slid quietly between,
the star sun's scarlet sheen,
from its radiant show,
and in it's earthly glow. 

I cast misty shadows, 
on planet's green...

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Hot white harvest 
a bone dry land 
years have been spent building 
this reapers Machine on desolate Sand 
American madness 
An empire of a dream, dark 
start the towers gleaming. 
Reaching into open sky as...

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"Mr. Moon And Secrets"

When I shared my secret with dear Mr. Moon,
He didn't keep my secret and across the lagoon,
He whispered to the breezes, although I asked him not.
Was it plumb disregard or simply he...

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You were once a small child 
With paper and crayon
Cacophony’s of colours 
Scribbles so crazily drawn.

Then Mummies and Daddies
Crafted with circles and lines.
Soon squiggles of sunbursts
Your world produced in design.

Princes and princesses
Flashy flowers on the...

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Waves of breeze, flow through trees like the sea
Shadows map pavement, below my ride
Sunbursts of warm rays are reaching out to me

My mind clears nicely, from all I tried
I ride through beautiful scenery
Shadows map pavement,...

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Her bare hands,
deeply wrinkled, touch the thorns 
on the rose. 

The petals-
color of the tiny pin-
prick of the blood

on her ring-
finger drop onto the cherry 
bark surface.

The oval
ripened fronds are flour-soft;
they are bursting,

for the morning...

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In an instant,
Our whole life changed,
For as soon as our eyes met,
I knew my fate was set.

 Stuttering I asked you out,
Begging God for just once chance,
My world opened up,
When you said yes.

 Keeping my...

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A wintry sun
blinks in and out.
A clock shaped like a sunburst
tic-toc's late,
Saturday lolls in grungy time zones.

Out in the hurrying scurry
dragging half a poem around
head down inside a thought.

Menace barks
behind a chicken-wire fence.

Mind is somewhere...

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