Long Textual Poems

Perhaps infertile
incomplete
unwashed memories
of elder v younger,
Goliath v David,
crusades v communion
critical, yet part of chronic, events
speak extended family disengagement truth
to powerful dirty laundry engagement failures.

That disclaimer said,
I have two incomplete conversations
in mind and heart
and what I...

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“Some Other Poet, White Iris”

When I look in the mirror what do I see?
I question existential questions and fiction, 
my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me,
perceived through the glassy tear film...

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Dearest sister-in law, 
 
Today, I met the person,  
you tried in your match-making effort for me. 
He was quite a nice one! 
Although, it did not offer  
stemming much of other thoughts,...

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Luke’s Purpose
Luke 1:1-4

Luke: “Many people have applied themselves,
to the task of compiling an account of the events,
that have been fulfilled among us [the shelves].
They used what the original eyewitnesses [gents] -

And servants of the word...

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Clever queen, I maneuvered my way through all of the subtle and most obvious plays 
Masterfully 
Sensual aestheticism, sexual teetotalism, romanticism, sadism, masochism, hedonism 
Calculating many moves in advance, I played the game mercilessly 
Surrounding...

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Impeccant,
 of non-textual matters
 one’s covered flesh,
 and hidden embrasure’
 as diffusate primer
 slips life’s veil, and
 in agitated pontlevis,
 cleaves the universe’ reason…
 “Egads! What sorcery is this?”
 Holy heart failure, Batman!
 “Beavis and...

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Write your story


The hardest times leave echoes in my mind
And try as I might to push them aside,
The hardest times are a part of my life.
I cannot let them go without losing my light.


I could...

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Shapes, colors, and surfaces have long nature shone. 
Anthocyanin in plant sap gives blossoms their tone. 

All tones in the universe bear upon humankind. 
Waves and waterfalls etched them and mixed their shade. 

Convey the...

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In The Zone

whispers...
 through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear
 filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base
 yet we dig much deep then ever before

 cries in the dark will light the spark...

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filter through the inner mind
where solace binds and reason is there
for I hear inner voices in my head with choices
the junkie on the street searches for his pay
a noble church goer bows there head to...

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My explanation for my insecurity,
in a secure society might still not be clear to me.
Even though I’m status quo, 
my mirror still lies to me
I’m not who I see, 
its what I portray, 
its what...

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out of the particular
                  a birds wing
           ...

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out of the particular
                  a birds wing
           ...

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Except the grace by which I'm saved

Jesus,

Make my life a real prayer to you,

As I'm crawling, begging, pleading & passing through...

Perhaps, we in our society have bit off?

Far more then we can actually chew;

Yet who...

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(A linguistic experience)

Was there any argument that justified 
the existence of the word-disease?
something more was said of this 
at the beginning of the completion of the understanding
who disputed any logos establishing the new negative balance
on...

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TRIBUTE TO SHAKESPEARE ( APRIL 23 BIRTHDAY)
O! Bard of Avon
You are second to none
Never went to university
But popularised universally
Reigned the Elizabethan age
With unbeatable craze
Caught the pulse of audience
With your textual themes
What a creative plots designed
How...

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I wake
cold and uneasy .
Fitful, next to 
fate’s anonymity.

The savannah interior
frees me,
from local textual thoughts,
and the worlds addiction.

Refused
the inheritance 
of earlier memory.
The girl, a dream of trains and weight returns.

We had histories
You know!
Rain washed lives,
late...

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Tired Babylon

poor tattered remnants of great babylon
through poets works walls left battered and worn
she stands a sign of glory all long gone
so used the land is once again forlorn
the erudite temple is all that stands
whose...

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structures of our existence
rankle like fire spewed by a volcano
figurative patterns form by natures way
elements of destruction thought beautiful
mesmerize in formed flight...pathways labeled 
“fixed” doesn’t matter where...up close 
and personal through barriers of sight
textual wisdom...

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i got caught
thinking again
and stupidly took

the bait
thus setting
off the trap but

this was
linguistically
more me then a

mouse because
i kept thinking
Faulkner

but f
uck me
Dickenson
 
misquoting
so not to
be sued

about a best
and a worse
time and i'm

thinking i'm
living on the
border line

thank god...

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The End of Herstories

It used to be called senility
now Alzheimer’s, or dementia
but in Agatha’s case I’d choose
primary progressive aphasia
in which her language capabilities
slowly and progressively became
impaired as the author of more
than eighty novels lost the...

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