Long Susurration Poems

Written: September 21, 2023

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Long ago, there came to the garden in which I’d been planted
a stranger who admired me in the spring of my life.
Tall was he; dark and gorgeous too.
He kept visiting my garden spot while singling...

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“When I felt lonely and betrayed, God’s words, ‘Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God’ fell into my ears as a soothing zephyr”  By...

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Sitting on the porch of our cabin…protected by the eaves
surrounded by the forest I’m acutely aware of the susurration of the leaves.

How together as they sway a little on the branches of the trees
I can...

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My distant spirit is dying, 
disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating.
Defenceless, as hope disappears,
emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters,
yet to be discovered. 

In the sadness of sentimental sighs,
silence is the sinister sister of separation. 

Abandoned in an...

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In the deluge of the surging river of life
Flooding me with devastating agony
I feel my senses sink deep within 
With the debris of essence once ebullient.

As from the eroded bank of existence 
I see my...

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Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.

Adrift in the midst...

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“The Economy of Love”



Incorporeal
susurration
the fleet of mind 
gather in the hive
they waltz 
their words
across a page
slicing through
the dark of 
want and love
holding tight 
the hands that write
feverish devotion
drowning in 
collaboration’s
enchanted 
beguiling
false 
romance
 
Ah where is...

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HEART

My doctor diagnosed a heart murmur
“My heart does not murmur!” I said
My heart shouts for the lives of five kids,
for the joy of real love, for the turning of
this earth
The voice of my heart has...

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As Samuel saw vaulted Xanadu of Kublai Khan fame
In smoke-filled corridors of sweat-drenched Opium-eaters
Did I spy a vision so surreal as to render all my sentient senses to nought
And to replace them with a miasma...

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Slow by Flower
 
I am here

You say
Teasing every breath
Into original
Continual
Perpetual 
you whisper out this 
Love
 
I am here
 
Here behind the day
Inside the night
Laying translucent in these configurations of 
Light
 
You are here
In a billion...

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When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.

Twilight shimmers in orange,
red clouds float above,
preparing for blood rain.

Lost to ponder,
I contemplate and wonder
why the symphonic sky
showcases shadows of ghosts

as a
susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like...

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“The dark wasteland of life I need to traverse 
kindling the beacon of hope at the edge of time” – by Poet 


In the flooding river of the tormenting time, 
spreading the arms of smothering...

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To partake of ...
    the portions, prized and precious -
       you share with me the dearest of you,
        ...

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In the deluge of the surging river
of the stifling agony devastating,
I feel my senses sink deep within 
with my essence once ebullient.

As from the eroded bank of existence 
I see my time disappear in the...

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Within a land of Virgin Forest mystical wonders flourish
Trembles the pulsing heart of heavenly laden body at night
Ghostly figures shadows shoutout, dance, and nourish
Soft weaving mellifluous emerald-mist awaiting daylight

Chasms filled and mounds of decaying fallen...

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dawn loosens her grip
fluttering
d
o
w
n
   ward
into where i used to live-
she peeps through emerald
blades of willows weeping;
a myriad of butterflies gently 
sway off into faraway lands…
      fading and barely...

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Cock-crow for me is the tring of the alarm clock
unheard but felt as it vibrates against the pillow .

Coffee percolator bubbles (and whistles?)
the puffs of steam tantalizingly call for a sip.

(The susurration of the shower...

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Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven
as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight.
I fly through and over the enclosing trees,
boughs', and the susurration fluttering leaves. 

I emerge to nesting Nightingales
and their cacophony melodious
of...

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Lost In Dark Silent

When I look back the silent darkness
I had left in the deep woods
a long ago
where I had planted few seeds
of my memories to grow
but I found those seeds grown
with thorns of exasperation...

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When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my 
simple musing.

Susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.

As words lose 
innocent connotations

i drift into my
silent reverie.

Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought

who knows...

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It’s the circle of a trickle sliced from snow
at the mountain’s very top.
Widening and lengthening, it gushes and grows,
and at the steepest slopes it rushes - cascading
as a froth of diamonds
sparkling in sunlight.

Splitting where big...

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HEARING

Don’t come near me with that tune
You know it will make me cry again
With its sixths, elevenths, thirteenths
All conspiring to take over my brain
Expanding in my head like a balloon

Melody goes wherever it wants to...

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Sweet Quintain, sing to me
of poetry and skies of azure blue;
of sea gulls flying free;
of dawn and morning’s dew
and sunshine as it falls with splendor on the sea.

Sweet Quintain, give to me a tune.
Let it...

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The quiescent oaks shiver in the cold
Their fugacious leaves blown away in the breeze
February will you bring me closer to spring bold
If anyway possible would you please

Now the susurration of winter's wind
So different from sighing...

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