Long Thing in itself Poems

#BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, OH WHAT WE STORE! SILENTLY ABHOR! TO OUR DETRIMENT, {CHANGE}THAT SHOULDN'T BE IGNORED. DOING NOTHING OR LESS, WHERE PERTINENT, INSTEAD OF MORE!  TURNOUT/BURNOUT...AN UNEVEN SCORE. 

EATING, DRINKING, SMOKING, "YOU NAME IT"...

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What would I harvest
as the moon rises
to conclude this day?

Will I hunt for the life still burning in the eyes of each person,
each living creation, I meet,
each work and play in progress process;
or divest by...

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“50 Words for Poe: dactyl”



When Terror Fell came
he had no complaints

the joint was jumping
it was do or dare
he offered Her his old pear
the porridge here was so glum

She closed the door 
to the window of...

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don't even think about it
a bucket of motel ice in the face
proving the thing in itself does not exist
because he registered all the meanings all the time
with a nausea so profound 
the retching never ended
rearranging...

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What's real?
I'm not sure I know anymore,
Delusions are taking over,
Pulling me apart piece by piece,
I don’t know who’s telling me what,
I don’t know who’s lying,
I can't tell what I'm really feeling,
This fantasy I've conjured up,
The...

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Oh! - Answered he, who is the sculptor of the forest's soul,
-	I've lived in the songs and myths,  in the hair
Of maidens who romanced me, and in my own nightmare.
There is an ellipsis right...

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Die in the Yellow Night

Like tired shades, I walked 
While the sun stumble in its footsteps! 
  
I know that the long-distance will shrink
When the horizon absorbs it all!
I was alone, and there was...

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Villanelle : Don't tell me you wouldn't your back-aching life now forsake

Don't tell me you wouldn't your back-aching life now forsake
Not knowing the interminable pleasures of the dark Unknown
When just then Life will beckon you...

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Something foul is in the air, 
The stench is so bad, that nothing else can compare.
The thing calls itself a poet, but that is only his personal assessment,
He has to comment on his own poetry,...

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What I wish to speak,

every endeavor would dilute 
the essence like Plato’s forms.

Can a shadow imitate heat?

Lost in translation, best to keep 
simple, lucid as a hand 
stroking cheek. 
But hands slightly tremble 
in the...

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If you listen when it's still all around
You will hear the very sound of silence
It's the basic sound that is the background
That allows other sounds their existence

Silence gives music its reality
It's the space between notes...

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Noumenon

         silence is the mother of wisdom
         close and warm polished and strong
      ...

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Beyond the threshold separating
Our inner from our outer lives
There stands that place we carry with us
In the inner sanctum of our hearts.

This is the place where everyone is master
Where all judgements are sealed and passed
By...

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What is it? A sow? A steer? A cow? A calf?
Barn was dark; dribble of light from hole in ceiling.
Thing hid itself in back corner, we sensed its shadow.
I felt evil in this place. Began...

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