Long Tole Poems
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I hear you in the music that once was
noted with affection, like a flower linger
that once was;
Close to my remote that song clung to destiny
fate and other things, half strewn
along the way;
Come what may
I will always remember
the song that was playing
the day you danced me in
I hear you in the sound of the waves,
as they crash against the shore and are no more
close to my heart you will always be, my love
fortune played its role, sadness took its tole
but despite the distance,
I will always remember the song they were playing
the day I met you,
the day you danced me in.
Vienna Bombardieri aka Mystic Rose
March 18, 2019
Squatter pulse rates purvey hoarder rain,
Blood drips, heaving, flipping the veins hole.
Shaping an abyss in your nearest chain,
In the dusk, you can hear raindrops on the tole.
Blood drips, heaving, flipping the veins hole,
You expect a reply as you hear and embrace.
In the dusk, we can hear driblets on the tole,
You sink into the gloom with its tune chase.
You expect a reply as you hear and embrace,
In the water, we will be exposing gaps of refuge.
You sink into the gloom with its tune chase,
In the gaps amid hurried swing and deluge.
In the water, we will be exposing gaps of refuge,
Blue and silver waves echo in the bland brine.
In the gaps amid hurried swing and deluge,
Painful and subtle, disclose an anxious whine.
Blue and silver waves echo in the bland brine,
We can spot underlying stream dysmorphia.
Painful and subtle, disclose an anxious whine,
Under the decent ripples of life lies dyspraxia.
We can spot underlying stream dysmorphia,
Shaping an abyss in your nearest chain.
Under the decent ripples of life lies dyspraxia,
Squatter pulse rates purvey hoarder rain.
Written: October 1st, 2022
Asked about
his gender
The Son
says “NO”
“I created
them solely
for procreation
to flow
“The love child
of Mary
and My Father
on high
“I purpose
them both
my Holy Spirit
— alive”
********
Never
Living to the max
the writing comes easy
(BUT)
You’ll never live easy
— and write to the max
********
The Temptress
The Divine Tyranny
of Art
Whose anguished temptation
forever imparts
It grows in your spirit
while taking its tole
And leaves you abandoned
¬ — alone unconsoled
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Come Rocinante
He was a pilgrim
in defense of a shrine
That doesn’t exist
a mirage in the wind
A new Don Quixote
tilting at windmills
His gaze but a portal
— to the fire within
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
A moment in time frozen in my mind
a younger you standing at the cusp of summer
Wind in your hair, light in your eyes
that rippling laughter that gave itself away
to me, ...
Beneath two loving arms fleshy dough rose
as we gathered in the kitchen and spoke...
How I long today to hear your voice again,
while those busy hands showed me how
to knead and gather, your heart was full
of say...
Time has taken away your health, today
I wish I could stop the hour glass from sifting
ALS has taken its tole on you, Mary
bit by bit it is taking you away, from those you love
Oh how i wish that you could stay,
for forever and a day...
Frozen in my mind, like you were yesterday !
Written: October 23, 2023
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In an expanse full of vibrant marvels, I roam.
A restless poet soul, aiming for a spot to call home.
Amid storms and destiny's unremitting draw.
I sustain to propel upward, my spirit strong flaw.
Stand shoulder close by with the towering trees.
I still sway, in sequence states of sublime sleaze.
Having both a zesty sanity and a nexus soul.
I am a lover of tales and contemporary tole.
At a wooden desk, wrapped with trepidation.
I reveal the enigmas unveiled in my orientation.
Salvaged from time, akin to riches of the past.
I dabble with words, trying to craft a story to last.
In frostbitten palms, emotions nestling deep,
I decry solace in the icy promises they keep.
Quenched by the whispers of wind and icy breath,
I let my thoughts wander, defying death.
Inside my mind, a world unfolds,
Where stories are told and destinies are bold.
With each word written, a new chapter unfurls
As the wanderer's tale takes flight and twirls.
Through wooden limbs and ancient lore,
I paint a canvas of emotions galore.
From the storms of passion to the calm of peace,
Every word I write, every line I release,
Carries the essence of my wandering soul,
A tapestry of longing, of life's intricate toll.
For in the words I weave, my spirit finds release,
And the wanderer's tale finds its eternal peace.
As the oil gushes freely from the hole
The ocean currents disperse it abroad
Fish, birds all sea creatures await tole
This time the tole awaits for thee and all
No just sealife, waterfoul, oysters, clams
This could mean less food on our grocer's shelf
Of course, there will be biscuits, even jam
But what about fish, oysters fried by a chef
As that oily sustance keeps spreading
All around the Gulf who's to say where will stop
It could bounce all around the globe
Might take a year or two but who even knows
That oil might slip into that slow boat to China
On the submarine in the deepest ocean
Maybe get on your bassboat moored under oak tree
As the cooing Dove calls to me how long 'twill be
When the end will come no one knows
This could be the start of those woes
Spoken of in Revelations when one-third
Of the sea creatures meet their destruction