Long Uncurls Poems

Eroticism -
             a supple spine in a wanting curve
       and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat...

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The house sits silent. 

All but for the creaks and groans 

as the house settles on it’s aging foundation. 

The arthritic sound of wood. 

A faint hum from the refrigerator, 

is the backdrop, to the...

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from afar
    the dark flows
pride
   beholden
      before chance
hearing
   the call of love
then
   notices the sunlight
&
   feels its wonder

weeping
 ...

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7/11/12

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Lost, freaked out, unwanted
It is always the same
Stuck in a life that will always be claimed
Change makes me hurl
Excites the world—uncurls the curl
There is evidence of your death here
You are gone forever, drained by fear
My...

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  My hair caressed by the fervent musical breeze,
     atop the cliff of innocence my fingers freeze,
  I look down in ravines of whirling waves and wait,
  ...

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I sit on the couch, waiting for a poem
to emerge from the emptiness filling my head.
I gaze at the two armchairs sitting across from me,
So proper and upright, poised in expectancy of a poem 
landing...

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Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under...

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Spaciously high
Each peak risin mighty high
I see not the shallows form
mountain rise climb rise high
 Heaven in awe
Worlds eyes on self
Lucifer soiled the garden
New heaven new earth
Spaciously high
We are all in the gutter, but some...

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Announcer: " Now he wipes the sweat from his brow,
                    for it has all come down...

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There’s a cross that I wear
That hangs down from my neck 
It weights me down 
From passed years
 Filled with fears 
And distress 
From deep down inside 
A place I don’t turn over 
And check...

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Spring Jewels

White feather tipped clouds
Design blue skies with a brocade
A coat of many colors nature dons
Her golden locks a Rapunzel’s braid

A braid made from overlays
Of grains and grass slightly curled
Budding plains of fruited beauty
Breathlessly waiting...

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