Long Tracings Poems

The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick...

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The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick...

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Two hands in folds of shoddy cotton,
in clouds of cheap champagne and cigarette smoke.
My ringing ears

Echoing the television murmurs,
but it’s the same news on a broken record,
broken record horrors.

Now the clock— It’s snickering, a thief,...

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I'll begin my dot-to-dot journey at first light
when dawn paints the sky after darkness of night.
Dots like stars on the horizon will be pearlescent hues
all interlaced with shades of pastel lavenders and blues.

From that mark...

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Forbidden Chocolate

I was riding psychedelic,
Riding Electric Ladyland,
Inside
The long wheezing worm,
Riding easy,
Through the black snoring night,
Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief,
Roaring and rumbling, 
Down the track for distant Kansas,
Heading east,
To silent Garden City.

I had donned white earbuds...

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I am not a heartless statue made of stone,
nor a marble sculpture that's never known
the sweet savor of a kiss upon parted lips
nor the sensual tracings of one's fingertips.

I'm not averse to desires for which...

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Sitting here lost in thought 
listening to this graveyard noise 
just looking out into dust and ash.

I see you drifting into an empty city 
of empirical sums. 

Alone, distant is my voice echoing 
into this...

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All those problems can't be solved with iron hands and
There's no pace in that marathon that's leading you out West.
Have you found an ardent way to hold that desert sand?
Will you be coming around this...

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George Washington Cole

1827 – 1911


So here I sleep.
Buried in this dirt.
Covered in this earth.
Returning to the dust.
Finding heaven in the whispers of the wind.
And as for all my friends here,
All these stilled silent voices of...

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Sunlight surfaced at the breach of dawn
It climbed salty rungs to emerge from the sea
When fully risen, what had been spawned?
A molten fireball cast from the dragon's breath,
a firey yawn exhaled in languorous flight
searing tangerine...

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Dabbed on the cortex, the whorls radiate,
swirl their trajectory ‘round and ‘round,
pressing the matter ‘till synapses spit,
the messages stammer in running aground,
teleprompt thoughts, the lost and found.

Tracings of despotic imprints of hate,
spidering sly with malevolent...

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Two spirits of passions
From ever separating worlds 

Watching and hoping with intensity

Drifting on winds of nowhere
Tracings of comfort and familiarity

Fearing the change that arrives with risk

Ignoring pangs in exchanges of nothings
Yet there exists a sweet...

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I.

They sit they watch, these cats - they do
at the door, ajar, and trickling in is
this evening light, which seems to idle,
mid fade.  One turns his head and looks
with eyes intelligent, and wisdom filled.

II.

I...

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Confidence is a choice,
Preponderance of undue ignorance,
Tethered in tandem to wheels of spiny leathery,
Bumpy hairs click back at a finger’s flick.

Rotations earned from itself, but more,
Tread marks lead the way,
Devouring grounds of consummate cortex,
Until tracings...

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The Kodaks of memory fade happily

The Kodaks of memory fade;
Faint ghosts, your sparkling eyes
And arabesque smile
Lingering to the last.

The rough edged print lies 
Before my inward eye, stained,
Worn from constant touch,
Reminder of happiness.

Images parade before...

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I can't remember 
how many friends I had
after I departed to Illinois. 
It's true they were far away and 
I enjoyed their affection 
only through the mail 
with its own kind of sensuosness. 
The ...

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I write my poems in pencil,
An eraser close at hand,
An older version of “Delete”
To follow my command.

With one quick rub, or maybe two,
The words just disappear;
A ghostly hint remains beneath,
A first draft souvenir.

I like those...

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Once I dared render
A trapping of quintessence
To hold fast all that is you
Somewhere upon my canvas

To capture your beauty
In pastels of feigned adoration 
From charcoaled scratched eyes
Slowly her face takes form

Searching yesterdays colours
To recapture the...

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...inspired by 'Fireside' by Seamus Heaney


Flashlight tracings trap and dazzle,
dancing in the twilight. Children hurry
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping,
eager beavers chasing dreams.

Quick the flow, the stream blinks
back a hint of moonlight,
and the torches' criss cross
patterns...

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...inspired by 'Fireside' by Seamus Heaney


Flashlight tracings trap and dazzle,
dancing in the twilight. Children hurry
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping,
eager beavers chasing dreams.

Quick the flow, the stream blinks
back a hint of moonlight,
and the torches' criss cross
patterns...

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Where did you go
Where are you now
     Unreachable unattainable
     Disappeared disenchanted
Vanquished vanished
Gone like the wind
     A past stirred up
    ...

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...inspired by 'Fireside' by Seamus Heaney


Flashlight tracings trap and dazzle,
dancing in the twilight. Children hurry
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping,
eager beavers chasing dreams.

Quick the flow, the stream blinks
back a hint of moonlight,
and the torches' criss cross
patterns...

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Flash lamp tracings trap and dazzle, 
dancing in the twilight. Children scatter 
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping, 
eager beavers chasing dreams. 
Fast the flow, the stream blinks 
back a hint of moonlight, 
and the torches'...

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Flash lamp tracings trap and dazzle, 
dancing in the twilight. Children scatter 
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping, 
eager beavers chasing dreams. 
Fast the flow, the stream blinks 
back a hint of moonlight, 
and the torches'...

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Flash lamp tracings trap and dazzle, 
dancing in the twilight. Children scatter 
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping, 
eager beavers chasing dreams. 
Fast the flow, the stream blinks 
back a hint of moonlight, 
and the torches'...

Read More