Long Transients Poems

To Usher In The Inevitable

It was to be moments never thought to be
Moments to only belong in dreams
Darkness too dark to come before humanities to see
Minds in paranoia is ever to seem…

I knew that dreams...

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*Image of What Happens When I Put ... by UMC.

The Collection Plate,

'Tis a simple sacred place of worship bearing no weight, whereto, one's faith unchallenged, accepted universally.

A complement of thrice their numbers, religious qualities as...

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next...

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FLUNG
against the drab ashen phonon sky
WEIGHTED
with the ghostly iron clad jaws
of bitter winter's grip
BITING
the feather-flared Doves
gravid with
FATIGUE
in the ill-laden onerous air

The rough coated dog
with ice-tipped ears
COLLAPSED
in a ravine of surrender
to the corridor of street gutters
SEEKING
shelter...

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luckily for our ambiguous plot structure
and the stern requirements of partisan doggerel
the ringing coin toss bounced then came up tails
and fortune directed that the box be opened
gingerly gripped in two slender shaking hands
by Pepper d'Angelo...

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I am flung against the drab ashen phonon sky, weighted with ghostly iron clad jaws of bitter winter's grip, biting the feather-flared Doves gravid with fatigue from the ill-laden onerous air.  The rough-coated dog...

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Scorned coquette
perched so solemnly
upon your death stool,
claw deep the fresh flesh of victors
bearing armfuls of decaying flowers
stolen from your mother’s grave.

A diverse parade -
clairvoyants and gigolos
tyrants and schizophrenics
junkies and Jesus freaks;
you seem to attract
an unending...

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THE ULTIMATE FREEDOM

Walking the life up the steep hill path,
the prying eyes glued to the sparkling rocks 
that conceals some pristine crystals of diamond,
I spend all my time to search, unearth and possess.

On the top...

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...the transcription of a dream.


A youngster, eight years old,
doesn't even have a name,
lives in the wild woods.
Cruel to animals, he kicks 
dogs and burns birds and insects.
Filthy with neglect he lives alone,
nobody can get near...

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...the transcription of a dream.


A youngster, eight years old,
doesn't even have a name,
lives in the wild woods.
Cruel to animals, he kicks 
dogs and burns birds and insects.
Filthy with neglect he lives alone,
nobody can get near...

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in the valley of stone icons and swing sets
  concrete angels with brightly enameled orange
 ribcages crash violently into one another.

They leave cracked cement with crawling
 octopus monikers throughout the dirt lines.

stretching always stretching...

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THE TRANSIENTS OF MY YOUTH


Old and wrinkly, whiffs of cigarettes and whiskey; his sparkling blues tell me there is bubble gum and a surprise; I check the long pockets finding smiles and candy, feeling loved...

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“Messages,
  trapped in the wind

Words,
  burrow deeply within

Voices,
  emerge from the past

Memories,
  and dreams overcast”

Leaves fall,
  branches reach for the sky

Winter clouds gather,
  snow starts to fly

Furloughed—the seeds
 ...

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Winter
wound itself a bit too tightly
around the thaw
shouting down
the aria of Spring,
howling through
the hasty sunshine,
ruffling the feathers
of instincts transients.
And yet we wait
hunkered down
in crisp grasses,
bobbing on wind whipped
ponds,
perched upon
the warmth of rooftops,
patiently anticipating
the Jonquil’s joyous...

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Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, rhyming
silently, across the vast blue sky
in waiting, eagerly 
for sweet November rain.
We knew, we both
have the need to feel 
what’s good to be touched… 
the truth was, by...

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For Palmyra in her eternal home
Your feminist smell, 
Your purple dress, 
And all what engaged of history, 
Transients with psalms war..
Brobos and Oorljnos 
And the night that saturate wine from 
White pearls of your lips.

And...

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Oppugnant and invert, 
are the faces of consciousness,
so systematically permuted, 
are the intergalactic fences.
When talking to nature,
walking the trails of great explorers,
while taking a troll around, 
and submerging in those dances.
Distinct is the face of...

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