Long Suspected Poems

I am sick of excuses to avoid responsibility
and I am, today, sick with excuses to avoid responsibility
with "I'm just a mortal human. I make mistakes.
I judge situations and relationships,
assess potential risks to care and nourishing...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan

Blanches oeuvres ouvertes
résident dans les jours
la surface du banc de travail est noire
les géraniums-lierres
les fougères et les adragans
accumulent leurs oeuvres et jours:
La toile noire de Courbet
un...

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Film Noir

By the lampost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from...

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[ ... story with context, a plausible universe with top and bottom
  a coat of cosmos covering
  over a subterranean protoverse of potential fields
  a quantum cellar creating
  the very big...

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"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent to hear 
the sweet music
of the sounds so fraught
caught up...

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Stately stood Princess Amber in all her finery,
Emerald tunic over a crimson gown,
With gems inlaid in her rustling gown,
Her arms bangled in intricate gold slowly rose,
Her slender fingers rested on her heaving bosom,
Listening to unstopping...

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“So, you do not wish to present your daughter to me in joining,” Joulupukki looked directly at Raðulfr and spoke in a serious tone.  “Well, this may change things.  I thought she was...

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Film Noir

By the lamppost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from...

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Date:   April  2050

Same day:  
Damian walked with 
Godfrey Barrington Shadir and Matthias 
Isiah the others across to the
Other side of The estate to visit Desharah 
Damali and Sedanah. Arrival was
Swift. Damali...

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Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slippers she...

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"The White Lady of Skipsea"


Last night I dreamt 
I dreamed of you
a kind of dream 
within a dream

Diaphanous, 
my soul escaped, 
this firmament,
my immaculate heart
held hands, my fingers 
did entwine with 
handsome Morpheus

Crystal radiate
twin gossamer...

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Dream state yields deep sleep personifications

Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids
into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
where the sandman beckons and bids
dead to the webbed wide world,
yours truly immune to wakefulness 
despite being...

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DynDoeth with serious face and determined stride entered the room and advanced directly toward Joulupukki.  Standing to face the elf, Joulupukki, was intent on getting some answers, but before he could utter a sound...

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[R-F] = Roundling facsimile
[H-Z] = Human: Zenaide
[G-G] = Gaia-Google - Earth's world-wide internet mind


Dr. Zenaide Arnau, team leader of L 4 investigation
U.N. assignment to Space Station 1
supported by logicians, technicians, physicists and geneticists
unsure why assignment...

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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. 
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“Goooood morning!  I’m Wade, and I’m having a fantastic morning here at Starbucks! What can I get started for you today?” 
I look over at the Starbucks drive-through lane from the Goodwill donation drop-off...

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The elf stared into his eyes for a very long moment, pondering his answer.  He knew this would change everything in the life of the man who sat before him.  He knew what...

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My life hasn’t always been easy...
                             ...

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No one suspected or may have expected
As it was mind-boggling to even conceive
Of events to transpire that night by the fire
On a cold wintry Christmas Eve.

The Elf on the shelf was left by himself
And shenanigans...

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I seldom indulge in letter writing 
Because I consider it 
To be a cold and illusory 
Means of communication. 
I will only send someone a letter 
If I'm certain it's going to serve 
A definite...

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for Ronald Hindmarsh-Midwood 
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This piece explains why I never managed to get this particular poem written - 


On a cold December evening back in 1967, just before I went to bed, I heard 
a scratching noise
Coming from our...

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The Flood
It was springtime in the foothills, the air was fresh and clean
The snow pack in the mountains was the most there’d ever been
It was summer in the valleys but above was freezing cold
With every...

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My given name is Hortense, and I am an English Professor,
I love my job and my life, and to do my best I endeavor.

I am popular with my students, as I also am with friends;
And...

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"I am everywhere, I am nowhere, a shadow unchained and 
unleashed. The world made me this way, so let the world suffer."        

    ...

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