Long Sunray Poems

Tower
             An abandoned old ten storied tower I reach
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COOL CALM CHAOS

           Eager egrets hopping on mossy glossy grass of desert
           Cake made of...

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Influenced by "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" and "The Rape of the Lock," my goal is to write this completely in iambic meter with (mostly?) rhyming couplets. (Though the intro's meter varies, the main...

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Past the grain fields clanks the old train,
and it goes beyond the fertile valley;
then it vanishes amid the swaying hills,
not too far from the massive castle
built by the Normans, and it's pelted by rain,
washing the...

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The sun peeks his face out from the passing wind 
still chilly and cold, and in this air the tree branches 
stretch their arms to hold the sun as if sails on the deep and...

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Sundrenched sorrows
Sundrenched worries of tomorrow’s
Troublesome wind and rain
Driving me and you insane
I can’t be sane…

Anxious as always
It remains here to stay…
Going through these days
Of a grief-stricken sunray

Sundrenched sorrows…
Sundrenched sorrows…
There are no tomorrows
No time to yield...

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One thwarts the burn of troubled mires,
reserves Myself for My own lot.
The other bids I jump into the fire
and offer everything I’ve got.
One draws me up, the other down,
one draws me back, the other out,
one...

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Rooted, tightly I pull my coat around,
Against the wind and the haunting sound.
A howl that chills through the soul... 
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Invited to a wedding, loafing around in the crowd
Surrounded by laughter and compliments loud
All the handsome men enjoying enviable lives
Having adorable children and beautiful wives
Like a stranger, far be it from me to deny
I stand...

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Endless, Youthful days
are never forgotten by anyone, 
neither by us nor time:
they were yours and mine;
can they never be taken away 
from these nostalgic minds
drunken with tasty wine...
so saddened by the auburn trees 
shedding their...

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I was reading the New York Post
on Election Day sitting at a table
distant from others and felt safe;
a pretty girl in her twenties in a red uniform
wearing a blue cap to break the norm,
asked me...

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The feeling of emotion is the beginning of dreams 
The search for the meaning of emotion is their end 
As they overlap seamlessly at the edge of my twilight time   
My mind starts...

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I wonder about her
as I shave suet and place thistle seed down -

once again

she reveals herself to the corner of my eye
a slight movement caught in the slant of a sunray
just enough to separate her...

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"First time I ever been attracted to such a distinct personality, try to pick your thoughts apart but I have a hard time unraveling, the thought of somebody else being blessed with the oppurtunity of...

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The tormenting time came in my life with the future at stake,
when writhing in the crushing clutch of smothered suffering, 
my burdened heart broke and bled in the inflicted pining ache, 
I didn’t find the...

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The world still spins how can it be
You’re gone from my presence and it’s killing me
Your light has doused from its once fiery flame
Now I’m alone and I’ll never be the same

Wherever you’ve gone no...

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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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In the resplendent dawn of one seraphic spring
I saw a delicately weaved bird nest nestled
on the baroque bough of the magnolia tree
in full bloom in the backyard lawn. 
 
Since then I see every morn...

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The turbulent time in my life set the future at stake,
crumbling in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering, 
my broken heart bled in inflicted pangs of pining ache, 
the arms of hope remained remote for...

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‘ Whence  Day  Touches  Night … ’ ( Metaphysical Poem  # 5 ) 


Does Not Day … Touch Night
At One Instance of Time ? …
When Setting Sun … On The Horizon
Draped...

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I lived like in a bad dream so many days;
I was in the dark, not seeing any ways;
I saw no meaning of that days;
I couldn’t find myself noways!

Among that emptiness suddenly
In the eyes, their beauty...

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Blue faded.
The same horizon, the same clouds
changed by brushes from an impressionist painter.
The lavender sky blushes 
and the crest of the cheery trees beams
as the wind hums, enticing belated bumblebees.
Twigs rattle waking a little shepherdess...

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The strands of silver cloud drift slowly away, 
grazing the ash of the end-summer’s smoky sky. 
The birds bathe in the patina of the blue bay, 
in the twilight gleam to the nursing nests they...

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I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s...

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