Long Teacups Poems

I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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Isis stole my son.
My hand was clasped, tight, I swear
Our fingers entwined, as he tugged me, eagerly, around the fair

From the ducks, to the teacups, his smile was mine alone
We were two, hand in hand,...

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Good Christmases never come with chipped teacups.
Good Christmases don't kick,  
                       ...

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Bendy old whales taste like snails doing a backflip. But swarms of over eighty nine peonies are closely followed by nine bulls, an elephant tribe, a beetle colony and a party of laughing butterflies. Whose...

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When I visit my GP these are the words I truly fear
‘You need another blood test, just take this form my dear’
I have to ring the hospital – I pray they have no room
They say...

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MysticMisfits™ Return Policy
(Cursed Edition)
--for when you regret your haunted impulse buys but the universe has other plans.
Please read carefully. Some conditions may apply to your soul.

1. No Refunds, Ever.
You bought it. It’s yours.
Even if it...

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Nap Time

In the astral world of utterance, one overhears the whispering of sweet nothings, breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that nay, nearly spilt the teacups swirled cremes delights and demitasse gooey treats,...

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9/14/21

Street and book smart
With a good heart
To make an impact I took part

This ain't a haiku
Why are you so worried about what I do
I'm nothing like you
Often I've been stabbed in the back and lied...

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Whether in desert
Or in orchard
Ducking
Or flirting
Wearing a shirt
Or  a mini skirt
You look really romantic
And a classic connoisseur too
As mildly
In a cinnamon glee
And so softly
Like the leaves of trees
Insert a little
In apple like comfort
Your mystic...

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I am
Wednesday morning trips to the local library with my mom and younger siblings,
Wandering wondrous paths through bookshelves bustling with books.
Exploring, savoring, lingering inbetwixt paragraphs, sentences, words.
Spirited away to a fantasy far from my monotonous...

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Does an empty jar weep? 6
Crying wine or water 6
My hollow bowl thirsty 6
You scream for wet matter 6

Yet you lie like a dry monk 7
Patiently waiting for me 7 
Your mouth opened to be...

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She spurs me on
Like a violent wind.
She howls to me in the night
Like a siren.  
Her light is red as blood.
My flesh is cold as steel.

Sweet dew is a nectar.
She gathers it with teacups,
Stirs...

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The three goblins were here to stay I’m afraid
They made work for us all and we don’t have a maid
The prophecy came true, yes, this story was forbade.
Told to me one warm day with a...

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"Give me a whisper and give me a sigh"

Those soft words following the emotions in your eyes
exhale poetry on my whimpered dreams
Take from me all that I can give while
reaching for that sunset…a distant prism...

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Purple people skipping down my acid trip
Warning me of the fall that is to come
If I don't escape the twisted fate that I am eating for breakfast
Diversion from reality
Divorcing misery while on vacation with hysteria
Dancing...

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We Look For Holy Moments, 
And In Looking, Overlook

Moments Blessed And 
Filled With Things
From Mountains We Once Shook.

Small Events Unfolding, 
Each One Smaller, Briefer Still.

As Cavernous Creases 
We Call Brains, 

Migrations Fill.
Spark-lit Seconds 

Speak For...

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Ooooh. . .
Ooooh. . .

You know that I’d
Cry if you died
Don’t you see my love?
You just can’t hide
You can live your life
And I’ll find mine
But I will fight
For you to stay alive

	Forever together
	Forever together
	Through good...

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My feet are under the table,
white linen is beneath the blue and white plates,
the cutlery is sparklingly clean
I have been up all night polishing it.

Whatever the answer is 
I need to always be a question...

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I took a trip to a cobbled town
To waste some time and look around
I entered a shop where time had stopped
Treasures of the past, widely stocked
Paintings faded by the years
Old teacups freshly washed by volunteers
Designer...

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Tillie Lydston

1843 – 1905

I was forty six
When I first saw the hills.
Those most magical eastern hills of my home.
I loved Whittier as my mother
And it saddens me I can’t be there again.
I left behind family...

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What if I have to live again—
Reborn in the bone-thin hush of grief,
A jawbone grinding air,
My love trailing like a torn dress through corridors
Of someone else's dreams.

You cheated with a mirror.
I saw you smiling at...

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For our friend, Caren:

RELAXATION OF FAERIE FOREST

dosido, arm in arm
through the pinefill
of faeries. celebratory shakes,
knowing nothing of masks.
protected from human mistakes.
clinking of teacups
“Morning, dear.”
the scent of honeysuckle
and lilacs.
invitation of forest minds,
muses tempting, plotting,
prodding.
fluttering petals, prams
giggling.
girltime...

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Don't you cry tonight 



"Give me a whisper and give me a sigh"

Those soft words following the emotions in your eyes
exhale poetry on my whimpered dreams
Take from me all that I can give while
reaching for...

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Departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven
clatter wings together like hens in a jailers coop.
Words never die, they bury themselves in
heaps of dry leaves, distant laughter scatters
the sadly said.

Muse-makers wear plastic rainhats
that flutter like bats...

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Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent   
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint   
was only looking for a...

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