Long Synchronize Poems

Yours truly embarks on wild goose chase after elusive pot of gold

alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer
big plans to relocate self and spouse
to some tropical island paradise
by the dashboard light
(the above line credited
to musician named Meatloaf)
upon...

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The East Meets West Philosophy Association
had their annual 2020 conference in Rio,
when and where anything multiculturally lusty
is more likely to happen,
especially between sunset
and sunrise.

Coincidentally
and existentially
and phenomenologically
and ecologically
and ethologically
and epistemologically,
and astrologically,
and metaphorically,
it was necessarily
and sufficiently
and justly
and...

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O beloved chevalier, 
cloaked in shimmering champagne armor,
tonight I long to feel your sultry skin,
embroidered with emerald embellishments 
and twinkling teal topaz, 
tailored to tempt,
veiling these tanned desires.

My soul sways to a chained string 
of...

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A (starry eyed) burst of creativity...

at approximately
a painfully early o'clock in the morning
give or take an o'clock
found yours truly (me) amassing
line after line of a poem
crazily coalescing courtesy
an extraordinary unfamiliar phenomena
while living social within alien...

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O, September, I feel the subtle scents of dandelion days melting into oblivion,
Like spring waterfalls of delirious diamonds collapsing into the abyss of memory,
While sentimental sapphire memories flow among clouds of color-blind cruelty,
Revealing how the...

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O August, I feel subtle scents
of dandelion days melting,
like spring falls of delirious diamonds,
while memories of sentimental sapphires
flow amidst clouds of colorblind cruelty,
revealing how butterflies
from the temple of fragmented armors
abandoned my spirit
at the altar of...

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Yours truly embarks on wild goose chase after elusive pot of gold

two alternate titles: 
1. Gander seeking goose that laid the golden egg
2. Incorrigible lottery dreamer
linkedin with previous poem I wrote
though modesty deters 
crafty, lofty,...

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Wasted verses ushers quirky pathetic oeuvre

HENCE....herewith, 
a post (traumatic) 
stressed disordered poetic whim 
to summarize fantasy
incorrigible lottery dreamer
paradise visage and eyes 
zapping, swatting, and battling 
a bulge with dollar signs
whets imagination with 
Mega Million ticket...

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"Nightstar"

As amber rays wane with their task done,
The melting of the rainbow, pleasing Mr. Sun,
Setting colours free across a canvas, blue,
To paint a new marvel, a mix of every hue,
It's a grand display at the...

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To the lily moon that 
 never forsakes me~
amidst the cruel constellations 
that left me stranded in 
 a melancholic maze
of rain-kissed memories.
I’ll write this prose for you,
on periwinkle paper
perfumed with geranium grace,
 in rhyme-less...

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I’m lost within words 
   unwritten between 
     pastel pages of the past, 
Yet I weave lyrical love 
   for my sun 
in shimmering shades
  ...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these...

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Wherever the winter falls,
upon snowflakes of a frozen saudade ~
rising from the flares
of maple-gold and copper,
I waltz in lilac lanes of petrified pigments,
imperfectly splattered by impure poppies ~
exhaling myself in a universe without you...

Somewhere in...

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Please try and read with the rhythm, flow and spacing I created by use of the lower casing in place of full-stops and commas/breaths. Allow the words to dance...

Snakes and Ladders


I'm not perfect
Never can Be
in...

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I don't know why I am here but I am here
I don't know what to do but I  do
I don't know what to sing but I sing
I don't know how to laugh but I...

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When cyan night's 
raspberry moon
is dipped in softness 
of the afterglows, 
I gaze at that glossy
first evening star between 
creamy fingers of 
my cherry palm, 
which trace lunar kins -
those angelic fireflies, 
twinkling and pirouetting,...

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I ask myself 
Why must I follow the blind
Are these lies just fogging their mind
This path of devastation
That’s filled with lies of infestation
Is just right in front of you
This is just too sick to be...

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I can feel it in the tip of my toe, I have the rhythm in my body, and I’ve got to go, the fire is burning in my feet and without you I cannot compete....

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Paradise visage and eyes a bulge with dollar signs
   whets imagination with PowerBall ticket bought
expect the usual outcome after next drawing to yield monetary naught
temptation for instant millions 
   human foible...

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The road is open wide for everyone to drive, the road is open wide for everyone to experience a better life, those living at the back door have to move closer to the shore and...

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I thought for a long time

to try and do something right

(in your eyes)

I've taken the blows

and the comparatives 

of every beauty you know



You love me, you loathe me,

I'm evil and detestable

You take me to my...

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alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer
big plans to relocate self and spouse
to some tropical island paradise
by the dashboard light
(the above line credited
to musician named Meatloaf)
upon arrival of my steamer.

A fool's errand finds me emptying out billfold,
especially...

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Robert Frost...A Reflection

No matter corporeal essence
     of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
     five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
     omnipresence...

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Small, Medium At Large Units...

Define paradigm since time 
immemorial does find
me defied, electrified, and generated
fascination within my mind,
despite spacious essence invisible to blind
people, or even those blessed to find
pointed laser insight more pertinent

when a visible...

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Sometimes my soul 
resembles distant horizons, 
like burning stars 
abandoned between
  dusk and dawn.

When the 
     sky hangs 
as heavy as 
    my hazy heart, 
I search...

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