Long Swelters Poems

Conjuring and challenging my silly, puny solitude…
Enduring and foliage of squalid grief…left me in the nude of the wintertime 
Sometimes, I wander…I wonder…I ponder so good
I am naughty this wintertime, up to no good…misunderstood all...

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August is ending with a heat that gives no mercy to the land or man
so intense that the air swelters off the river into the tree tops,
looking ahead, its as if we are passing through...

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We lie together, you there, 
me here.
I reach for you and you, melting into your pillow,
pull away
turning slowly, your message 
is clear,
there is nothing, just emotional disarray.

Under the darkening sky I whisper 
to you,
the words...

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The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me...

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Fall Of Autumn

The deep south, confused summer, autumn's blight,
Nature's microwave is on overdrive,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Escapist schemes, routes north relief, connive.

Red Indian drumbeats as Fall swelters,
Mirage, sweaty heads host an oasis,
Sane...

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Clouds block the sun
        in the afternoon
but the cloud cover
       breaks about four
The blazing orb sends
      ...

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Lets start a fire for all the world to see 
The flames so bright they break the night and glisten gleefully

Lets start a fire to Break the chains and molds 
The heat so great it...

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Saffron sunbeam swelters and sway.
Vividly scattering its burgeoning brightness.
Aurora is splendid, the dawning on our day
Awarding us admiration, now till darkness.

Magical orchid exudes a calm garden.
Autumn-loving meadow bird warden.
Roses of sorrow willow petals fall to...

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The pines turn brown,
and the needles fall,
the scrub jays are nesting,
to their loved ones they call.

The crisp morning air,
the heat of the day,
the rustling leaves are deafening,
the trees bend and sway.

The grass is quite cold,
the...

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The city swelters 
mercury nearing 100 degrees
The crowds are really feeling the hear 
Steam rises from the street
As workers with shovels dig out the asphalt
Urban hear is something you remember 
The sexy outfits of the...

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Children here have the life-span of flies
But leave no Where flies squat a trail of sickness
Breeds in the sharing of their space
The same agony of shame on each face
Death is loud here and we are...

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