Long Thirsting Poems

Femme Fatale By A Wishing Well 
  (In The Wastelands Of War)

Warm as breath on placid skin,
Soft as gentle summer rains,
Loud as natures angry clouds
That gather in ambushed lanes,
To confer with the wounded boys
Whose...

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This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. 
It is something I wrote a long time ago and I thought I’d just put...

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Voices of creation speak Type A and Type B,
and polyglot dialects through Z, 
somehow under what lies in shadow
from B through Z,
anyway, Type A conscious I am alive
in this indoor moment
awake but not directly sun-absorbing...

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The words are dark, sharp,vicious, viscous.
The images like bubbling, darkest jam,
With bubble like grim faces riding to the surface
Then bursting.
I am thirsting.Alternately with blood and bile,black.
I am a sad sack,
A pillow filled with rotten meat
For...

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I find at least one difference
between owning water and energy outright
and co-owning water and energy delivery systems,
transport infrastructures.

The latter is cooperatively optimal.
The former is resiliently impossible,
unsustainable hubris.

I also find it not necessarily true
that colonization can...

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Once upon Trump time,
Free-range,
organic,
totally uncaged hens
brown
and black
and even white
and all things in-between
prepared to vote for more green climate health
growing indoor/outdoor good-egg chicken family values
planning to optimize healthy wealth
green ecoschool henhouse natural-spiritual remodeling
for deep and richly...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to break my fallen spirit.
In mocking voice of Shakespeare's Hamlet, I...

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In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into the air like fat flies,
the watermelon's pink guts splattering.

Gun aimed...

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And I disappeared back into the books,
Whirling in a seamless stream of context,
By whose scarlet blood I assumed some looks,
Forevermore ready for what was next.

From this moment on I could not assume,
That what I had...

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‘I wish for his head, on a silver platter’
Mother whispered to daughter
‘Go dance my love, grant me the golden trophy’

‘I love you, mother,’ confidently
She took to the grand floor
Made it her playfield, a heroin
They were...

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Flings and wings and rings rejected…
 Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…
“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, adore or pay me mind”

Penciled lines drew cruel conclusions
mocking mirror’s cracked illusions…
Sometimes, in time, I hang awhile,...

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When I came upon the ancient temple
it was in a howling storm of a sand
arid dust blinding me to everything I am
 
I had staggered across the thirsting deserts
while dreaming of the water
I held within my...

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                   Those Days of Covid and Roses
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It has been so since the moment I felt your presence
Your vibes have connected to mine
As metals get stuck to magnets
As dew droplets stick on leaves
As butterflies get attracted to flowers
As Life itself is, to...

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I can tell you about the elongated nights.
The pain and agony endured to the soul.
The hammer of reality that aims to chisel at my pride 
until it resembles a statue of anguish and defeat.
The way...

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Walking on air. 
 Thirsting for sorrowing despair 
is the only way I know how to keep you near. 
 My spirit lingers for a moment,
 searching the softly dead silence for the words to...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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Collaboration: James Swartz, LadyLabyrinth





"Scorpion"




Lack of water leads to lack of life
exposed beneath the Sun like blood
from the tip of a Scorpion’s tail

Corporal attitudes aligned in spaces
battle demented servitude in spotlights
stroking the sights of a symbolic...

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Born of wombs
for premeditated health
and restoring nutritional wealth,

We might warmly anticipate
a more win/win democratic living Earth communion,
more like an organic gardening womb
than a lose/lose political capital-overinfested swamp,
filling in with unhealthy communities,
filling in with dysfunctional nuclear-ballistic...

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You
with your breeze
enjoying our trees.

Relationships,
even with breezes and trees,
are always political,
include a power variable, exchange
to influence behaviors and minds,
with a preference for both,
total captivity
including economic transactions,
nutrition-toxin spectrum-relational
searching consilient co-investment variables,
synergetic,
universally integral rainbows
and fractal-crystal yang-yin crosses,
4...

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"Rose Thorns"



The bonfire lit within
births a new soul
barefoot and bleeding
it unbends the bound
armoured heart 
constricted 
beating impatient 
naked dreams
hellbent on leaving 
The Numb 
behind,

Casting forgotten
shaman shadow
from an empty 
burnt out shell
a new deity
divine and healing
begins...

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I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like a butterfly
whose wings have been
torn apart
I sit here
quivering inside
closing my eyes
as I let waves of pain 
wash over me
knowing that I 
cannot ever
overcome
completely.

The nature of pain
is not to...

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She seemed to be like a portrait...
   which had fallen from its gilded frame
Abandoned...
   Lying face down on the empty, cold wintry floor. 
An elegantly created portrait once painted in striking...

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* This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. *

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The mother’s tears fall along the trail                            ...

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