Long Unaccounted for Poems

Looking through old photo boxes
I happen to trip upon
High School memories of my Mother
Resound off the walls, faded edges
Finger printed memoirs sigh between the creases
Of the emerald green sofa
Laughing, fashionable, full of vitality
Mother to me,...

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~The Ever Lasting Love Of A Child~

You live and still living through thee only love that can last a 
whole life time between us,that same love we knew yesterday 
when we were born remains with...

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I was only sixteen for a moment 
Then seventeen for a second 
Who would have thought I couldn’t hold it
The kid who could do it all 
Who would have thought he would grow up and...

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I am a poet, an artist, a writer
A lover of humanity
This poem I write is about the Grenfell tower story.

Kensington,Kensington
What have you done
Blood stains and tears are scrolled upon your veins.

For a dollar , a...

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Adorning the walls at Brigham and Women's
Head on his hand quite comfortably resting
The subject distinctive in his smiling position
Inspires the asking who is this physician

Over his shoulder an old time sea captain
And over the other...

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The city above us reaches higher and higher
tipped at the top in all its glory with
iconic, prickly, spires,
as long as air rights permit it.
Build, tear down, rebuild, as the wheels below spin round
in sync with...

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Today, we pause to honor those who've given their full measure,
Heroes all, upholding the flag and the liberties we all treasure.
Gallant "Peacemakers" who have borne the battle's strife,
Sacrificing all that we may maintain the American...

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Looking into her pair of rainy global eyes,
With mine depicting a pool of mist;
an impending storm.

My arm made an involuntary stretch
to her always warm flank so tender.
She shoved it away.

My eyes stuck on her smooth...

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Pro-Xi the Showman
has a jolly roger soul
With a corncrack pipe and a Vuitton clothes
and two eyes made from Sheol 
Pro-XiPing the showman is a hairy fail they say
He was made of nose but the children
know...

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Crazy how your number use to be number one on my dial-log to now not being even in appearance at all. 
Scrolling down our inundated text messages on my phone, tagged with dates in the...

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So and So, So Much.
 
Not so much as out of touch
as such
more so so much untouchable.
 
Nor so vague as unguessable
the intangible
more so or less the language
we re-touch
the blurred outline with

Not so much as...

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A man with horn-rimmed glasses
knelt in the sand
thinking: "my office just got a whole lot bigger."
He had just flown from sea to shining sea
to survey the sea lions.

He walked barefoot to a rocky outcrop
to count...

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My demons: are awakened; 
They're lurking around inside my mind
I've become so bitter, shaken
These demons somehow keep me blind.

These demons are trying to get at me;
Throwing obstacles in my way
My writing these words, be mistaken
But...

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my sympathies aren’t born of grace
like in the way of the benevolent heiress who,
ever-so-delicately, extends cupped hands
to feed the twittering songbirds 
perched on her windowsill 

it comes from a far more wretched place, 
emerging so...

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MECHANICAL

The lion of Africa is mechanical
A knock down engine
Left to rust
Producing garbages
Break down to the apex

From one mechanic to another
They always promise to fix it
Get paid and extort us in return
Inflicts more damages
Heaps the faults...

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I let it slip away like a fistful of sand
I let my life slip away!

I sit at a crossroads
counting cars whizzing by,
I lie underneath a tree
counting bees buzzing
in and out of a beehive,
I sit by...

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and my hair flew !  it is no longer 
that part of me.    AND my heart!
ROSE until caught   by the celestial
STARS of the lit firmanent!
  WHERE all DREAMS...

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I Survived
The
“Widow Maker” Then S.C.A.
Written: by Miracle Man
2-15-2020

S. C. A. once took me, beyond my last breath,
and sixteen bags hanging from a chrome drip frame.
Circumstances took me past the point of death,
told later, you'd be...

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When, at reunions, classmates
     seem so much older than you,
you feel triumphantly younger,
     from your own point of view.


     Don't you ever fool...

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Less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted.
'Tis sad ... NEXT: the hawk hovered that founded
fresh sedges, grasslands, and deserts idyll,
God in the detail, Red-Tailed Hawk sidle,
Blitzkrieg mob by crows, females sized greater,
social-less wingers, life mono-mater,
dives...

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It's back to the wilds, for the unexplored
Panama's island, Pygmy Three-Toed Sloths.
Tree huggers, twenty hours daily, course, lots
of trees. Four of a kind, their fifth, record
as the smallest. Clocked slow, a leaf lasts one
month in...

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When, at reunions, your classmates look
             old except for you,
 you feel triumphantly younger, from 
       ...

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As I sit in my car 
Reclined in my seat
Doors locked, lights dimmed
My four wheel retreat
Nestled in darkness
Just breathing for sound
I duck from their headlights
I don't want to be found
This is my think-tank 
My safe...

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experiences defining age;
life is just but a stage,
age that ages like wine,
the older it gets,
the better it tastes.
signs of you not getting younger:
remnants of failures,
closer than you think!
coming to terms with your past,
satisfaction that never...

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