Long Touchstones Poems

         She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction, 
fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses-
her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once
in candle...

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I live in the land of the free
Free to get fat,
free to get poor
Free to be a cable zombie
Don't mind the electronic lobotomy
Don't mind you squeezing my wallet empty,
as long as I'm liking
how you sell...

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WASTELAND

possessed
by words
            yet
             discourse-less
        ...

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possessed
by words
            yet
             discourse-less
        ...

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EVOCATIONS a still life ekphrasis


time standing
stlll
arrested
   moments
revealed
in
stimulations
of
the mind

revealed
illuminations
of
 the
past
yesterdays
becoming
today
tomorrow's
postponed
memory

past pictures
live
again


momento
mori
in hypereality
as
monuments
 to past
 existence
from
shadows
of
transience

sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
of perception

   aesthetic
 sublimations
of
 immersive
spontaneity
with
fascinating
  expectations

a visual
of genesis
in
 suspended
animation
 still distant
now
  living
again


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds...

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i read indulgence mid scripted words

breaking all the rules and then some,

what be greater than gutting & swallowing

uttermost concentration of language

critically consummated or otherwise,

communing within written ideologies

something profoundly reverent or

perhaps deliberate liberating nonsense,

nonetheless commonsensical compunction...

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POINTS of REFERENCE
reinventing
 tradition
on display
undeniably
 arresting
 at
 making waves
 defined
in
 the  contemporary
&epitomises
in
bedecked settings
 deliberately
elongated
unresolved
& unravelled
 happening

prominence
 of
the
touchstones 
 the
of
the
explicit
both
 intense
&passionate
 with flashes
of
 fixating 
on
the
 fascinating

composition
of the bespoke
 that intersect
astonishingly diverse
& paradoxically
 sense 
of
the
 cool aesthetic
  simultaneously
  painterly
 offsets 
the conceptual
elaborate
&
equivalent


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds...

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Deborah:  the name I’ve grown into.

I am also called seeker, dreamer, believer, ever hopeful;
	For I am all these things.

Helen and John, grandparents extraordinaire, 
	Their imprint strong upon me as though they truly were my...

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SEARCH FOR SELF
in anecdote
  &discourse
a miracle of illusion

  noticeable trends
with
an
 emotional outcome
both paramount
  & immediate

 featured instantly
for the
sake of remembrance

 a memoriae in
        transient naturalism
with
emotion mirrored
by  empathy

 this distortion
or connotation
     so  subjective
clustered
 then crystallized
in
distinctive
   measures

 touchstones
    to  circle
  this imagined
     inner life
to
rival
former
   occasions
  &situations

a
 devoted
   exegesis
inspired
by familiarity
into
 an elevated
  synthesis

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two...

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To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup

300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs

300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones

300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me

 - - - - -...

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The corner store across the street
Was known for all its cuts of meat
But also it sold milk and bread
And other things you’d need instead.

On Friday mornings folks would flock
To sit on chairs among the stock
To...

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Still life  nature mortista

an immersive
  conception
enveloped &
surrounded
with
imagery
of the commonplace

a
disguised symbolism
in a cloak
        of
   interpretations
appearances
of
time
  standing
still
arrested
   moments
revealed
by
  stimulations
of
the mind


illuminations
of
past
  yesterdays
becoming
 todays
postponed
  memory
&
  lives
again

a
momento
mori
in hypereality
of
sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
  of perception

   aesthetic
 sublimations
of
spontaneity
in
fascinating
  expectations

a visual
 genesis
of
animation
 once distant
now
  alive
once more
 to past
 existence
from
shadows
of
 genesis

...

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Corridors, power, call it what you like
When shadows fall, on this hot June night
These walls, this place, I'm absorbed I wonder why
They, the inflicted, their embers, we now throw them to the sky
Sleeping giants of...

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time standing stlll
arrested
   moments revealed
in stimulations
of the mind

revealed lluminations
of the past yesterdays
becoming today
tomorrow's postponed
memory

past pictures live again
momento mori in hypereality
as monuments
to past existence
from shadows of transience

sentient touchstones
in memorials of perception
aesthetic sublimations
of immersive
spontaneity


fascinating expectations
in...

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My morning walk was rainy;
My feet were soaking wet.
Though I had an umbrella,
Every puddle was a threat.

My mask fogged up my glasses
And the sky was pre-dawn dark.
There weren’t many people out
On paths inside the park.

Yet...

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You left behind touchstones
when I was inventing another zero.
Black and white, sobering transparency
was reclaiming the mandate of dust.

Barefoot lambs were clamouring for ethics
in forbidden land. The sun shrinks the
clouds to distribute equally, the landscape in
a...

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The touchstones of existence…
  how many have you known

A common rock, a baby’s kiss,
  a dog to walk you home

Can one then trump the other,
  with importance or with worth

Can a seaside...

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