Long Twines Poems

A fierce wind howls as dark clouds race across the horizon,
     and beneath the hood draped over his face the man whispers;
Of a vast land with wild clear waters, of streaking...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
...

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A fierce wind howls as dark clouds race across the horizon,
     and beneath the hood draped over his face the man thinks;
of a vast land with wild clear waters, of streaking...

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a lonely place.
It's nothing to do with that person
who asked how are you? this morning.
It's to do with staring through
fear-frosted windows
as snow sugar-sifts the street,
watching through dark windows
as firework flowers burst to bloom in a...

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NOTE TO THE READER
Once Apun a Time

This yarn is a flossy fabric woven of several earlier warped works, lightly laced together, adorned with fur-ther braided tails of human frailty. The looms were loosed, purling frantically...

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Fragrance of Life  ©

Cool rain drums on blistering 
asphalt, the scent streams into 
the nostrils--hot, grassy smell of 
summer, freshly cut-smoky 
cedar lingers on the air 

Fresh popcorn drenched in 
butter, I sit in...

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It was the fall of fifty-four
and “cool” was the in thing.
I was a senior in high school
and had just moved 
to Camden High.  
I was checking things out.

Rambling down the hall one day
I just...

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A fierce wind howls as dark clouds race,
                           ...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
...

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Feeling again

Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades 
waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with 
no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed...

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Stuck on an island of no hope

You're stuck on an island, what are your choices
Hopefully the seeds in your head are good voices
First look towards the rising sun for direction
That was easy. Now look for...

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Ah, luminous white she blooms a deceptive ghost  
lover of dark arts of charisma and night
moon seducer  logic diffuser  defense reducer  
user of dreams  abuser of romance
tempter-serpent twines and vines...

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Home is Where

Home is where
your first and lost loves linger
the scent of Cusson’s Imperial Leather
and lavender, like a silken scarf
curls and twines around your head, 
her marshmallow touch,
teasing your memory.

Home is where
fresh baked bread and apple...

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Amidst the fine feetle of veggies in the garden of truth 
Stands a monstrous scarecrow.  
Of a fungoid parched face and a half baked gaze.
Of shrunken smoked sockets and drunken knocked eyeballs.
Bulged cheekbones force...

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When you cried for me, heart 
Fallen on calloused knees as I supplicated 
Blood thrumming in my ears 
yet running cold to my finger tips 
Face distorted, eyes tightly shut 
but in my mind's eye...

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It all remains thee and thou.
I rebuke myself for past and now.
I that child, I of age and wisdom.
In wisdom's hindsight here I dwell.
Slave, Master of a purgatory in then and now.

Never Splendor came only...

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Come my beauty, I am the voice of the forest,
      Just take my mossy hand and come my dearest;
With love you will be embraced by emerald vines,
   ...

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Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
   Nay, come again,...

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Elephant trunk palms column, canopy claps hands
   Undergrowth glad heart shape leaves spiral 
   Navigator vines map branches, brace boa banyan 
   Utile duenna diary with my duties conspiring...

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Crooked and deceitful are my walks
and roads of life. As I step my foot onto
the concrete of these roads, my mind starts
to spin and my eyes wander at where I am.

The wanderin of my mind...

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In royal trappings to enthrone
A cerebral web with guile did hone
With glistening silk strands spun
Blithe veil of satin strings did run
Silted threads bleeding heart did stun
Your mercurial shadow skirted the sun
Into your sticky clutches, entranced...

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In silence, a gaze skyward,
   Where a myriad toppling
      Glitters of sun dusts dance.
   Behind clutch of hands,
  Or is it bark, befuddled.
Head resting, obliterated...

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Come my beauty, I am the voice of the forest,
just take my hand and come my dearest;
with love you will be embraced by emerald vines,
listen to the birds sing.  Oh what a lovely chorus.

In...

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Love facing twin impossibility
comprises all we two may ever own;
hoping against hope, we walk separate paths--
you, yours...I, mine...yet, never quite alone.
Although our paths seem harshly parallel,
our feet with weary waiting shod,
it is all we have...

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