Long Synthetics Poems

I am given to you by Creator Himself
My Limbs long to grow straight and tall
Bathed in sunlight from above, paying homage
Fulfilling my God given task
From the dawn of creation, in the Holy Books I’m told
A...

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A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over

When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to...

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Holding my hand guiding me to a garden of roses, 
He whispered , “spiral your way into the synthetics of voices and noises , 
Navigate through the patterns of Braille textures “, 
I held his...

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WASTING TIME

soft breezes tease life
 they know the power of a storm
 mother... and father
 ~
 mother... and father
 they know the power of a storm
 soft breezes tease life
 ~
 six hundred years...
 then...

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I.

I think on my shoes propped
on a wooden writing desk,
the leather synthetics, the soles, the
wear, and the feet they protect - feet
which take me here to there,

and, again, to here and there.

She walks in and...

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LET NATURE LEAD
refine our ways… let nature lead
define the paths of all creation
aline the equilibrium… succeed
fine weather helps procreation…

should we continue to live a lie
would lead to our total devastation
could be that all world life...

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“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas”
Or so the happy lyrics go
Houses decorated with wreaths
Bright red ribbons and great big bows
In darkness, lights glimmer beneath;
Outside inflatable plastic Santas
Tied to stakes in ground; held in...

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.
Awash . My clean hands. My paws
  I pray with folded hands. I pause 
      I hold. No gaps in my fingers 
      ...

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Define keeping it real. Typed or text by fingers dripping with acrylic.Thought of by heads heavy with glue and synthetics.Spoken from a mouth that never stayed quiet long enough for the cubic zerconia laced ears...

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From day to day, minute to minute we each live our challenges.
Some have more now,  some less and others are in waiting.
But whether visible  or underneath the still lake, it's there.
What's the stitch...

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LONGHAIRED GIRL
I'd like to take you. Stay with me,
and let me feel your flowing hair,
and look into your flashing eyes
to see if love just might be there;
to feel you pressing in the night
with no synthetics...

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What stuff are we made of






We have eaten up greens,
Inhaled the best and given the worst,
The waste everywhere,
In the air, in water and heaps on land,

In name of modernisation,
Intruded woods and raw earth,
Colossal buildings, Material...

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STYLISATION
 natural
myriad
  scintillating
feeding
   fluidity in
exemplified
  opportunities
detected
  exuberant
& ominous
 empathy
Of
 imaginative
 dedicated
&exclusive
 opportunities
 of finished
d facets
MANNERS
direct
peculiarities
unrestrained
in joie
 de vivre
attain
  clarity
 closely
modelled
  on radical
orientation
of
unmixed colour
in
synthetics themes
closely composed
yet?
  sketchily
 suggested
by
inspired motifs
 & etchings
in
 corrective considerations
of multifarious
 impressions
of
continuing
& intensifying...

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