Long Sybarite Poems

                        Expectations high did not pan out,     ...

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Warning - Mature.

Sweet night, a blanket made from scented space - holds this would-be poet in its arms.

Tightly - yet with care.  Caring - yet with passion.  Smiles her heart.  Trembles her...

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    There sat in opulent xanadu, the 
 demagogue of empirical hedonism, 
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:

gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion, 
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of...

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There is a man who sits still and counts me numbers ,
He had the nerve to stare me down to put me under ,
such deep eyes of sincerity indeed ,
There was no caution for him...

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I confess. I have come 
to reckon death, as royalty. 
To perish is to live. I 
have learned to die freely.
Somewhere within a trance,
I came face to face with love.
She has devastated me unto life:
life...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 25

Followers are made from day one in the womb
Not gods but by men in the full-length skirt
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Do not men in frocks...

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Abandon Dead Trails And Thy Sybarite Lust

If Nature's earthen-fires thy bosom holds
and thy heart's countenance mind's eye thus sees;
life serves best those adventurously bold,
walking worn paths, resting under its trees.

Seek in truth the great beauty...

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Its signs are writ upon the seeker's heart,
yet still, the seeker cannot ken those signs
until his heart becomes exposed to light… ~Rumi

Man is oblivious to the notion of Life,
the peccant nature of his dealings.
Its signs...

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Darkness engulfs





Loneliness stings
black of darkness engulfs
Mood swings
pain of parting bluffs,

Desires denied
as all the plans trash, 
My heart He spies
my subtle emotions crash,

Fire of anger
burns till the core,
Mankind is in danger
higher flames galore,

See myself lying
amidst many...

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