Long Undertone Poems

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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"It was heard
They took him to the morgue.
Last night in the February dark
When the crescent moon, five days toward full, had set
He'd had the urge to die."

In the artistic creation of poetry, there is a...

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We knew more about our mother. While, father was a revered persona , a bit distant.
Our mother was always an undertone in front of father, an unrecognized delicate privacy, worn out
Her lingering incomplete silences used...

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strife riven island corner, rough hewn by rival visitation
  vexed, looking in, looking out, on the edge of places to go
  thrang in thrall of other realms, banners furling, batons flung
  across...

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hereunder is served some poetry pouches full of love, 
dear reader, stir them as you like, 
if you wish you may crack them to pour into mouth, 
you may smear them on your body 
or...

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Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid

Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by

crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of...

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(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates the speaker. A beat drops, subtle and rhythmic.)
 Cad Jax. Yeah, that name hummed with the city's pulse, a neon flicker in the back alley of your mind/
 (A...

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At eventide,
Under the roseate glow
Of the receding evening sun
I sauntered down the road
To where my beloved dwell
Not far-off from my own abode

Fast by his threshold 
A low moan issued from his room
I made open the...

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Is it simply just a wooden music box?
Charming the human soul, with its melodic undertone,
What a hypnotic melody it so plays, enticing the listener
With its delicate waltz' sweetly strumming, exposing it's
Mystical quality of the supernatural
By...

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Is it simply just a wooden music box?
Charming the human soul, with its melodic undertone,
What a hypnotic melody it so plays, enticing the listener
With its delicate waltz' sweetly strumming, exposing it's
Mystical quality of the supernatural
By...

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LOCKED UP

Not an ordinary day in a garden where nature smiles at us, 
canopied with the blue sky, the flowers in their autumn beauty 
with the freshest hue. lulled by the infinite scent of nature,...

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I recall my head and a pillow drifting swirling around like the merry-go-round
but now I walk barefoot in purple grass this lucid nightmarish,
A chair on a narrow, round island a tree takes up space water...

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When she was reading a novel a moth fluttered around her head.

This season, her favorite season,
	Moth season.
What scares the school yard are the tip toes in dark corners;
the undertone, the whisper’s whisper:
	Moths. They like to...

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you pull my heart strings as I walk away, inadvertently.
I know that I will fade from your conscious, forgotten inevitably.
But a piece of each fades with our friendship, traits become memory,

Although…

 this may sound bitter,...

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The most awful things happened on a dark and stormy evening,
foreshadowing the battle between good and bad-darkness and light.
Opaque clouds concealed the light as it escaped from the moon.
We were on our way to the...

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In the Twilight, when the star's shine to the depths of the night, I hear you calling me. The voice calmly guides me to your divine sight. My life that is troubled,by the demons that...

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Behind the guise of the masks & words
lay a truth concealed by clever nouns & verbs
Now a fire's lit to match the lies with truth
bearing an eternal flame lighting a wick with proof
From the trees...

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The lines on my hand are baby-like soft, and pink with an almost
                      ...

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Melancholy me, since Kelly's gone away
Far beyond the sea, and gone from everyday
Stage by stage I've wept, but finally, I see
What I must now accept; a melancholy me

It follows and it looms, a threat to...

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We seek wakefulness,
What is Barbados to me?
Hot sun, hot rum,broad Rim hats and old khaki pants?
Robust men with warm undertone skin,
That blends with the cultivated land.
We seek constant reassurance from the one we love
That they...

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We seek wakefulness. What does Barbados mean to me? It’s the hot sun, broad-brimmed hats, and old khaki pants. It's robust men with warm, undertone skin that blends with the cultivated land. We seek constant...

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Breathe: inhale the sky, the song, the peace
Feel the rush of light, the sensations of grace

Breathe: exhale the smile, the chuckle, the laugh
Touch the brilliance echoing hope through the heart

Breathe: in and out, sucking in...

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He painted with emotions from a palette of words

Found himself in a forest of light green foliage

Threw his colours and ink pots high into the air

Waited for streams of consciousness to settle

Until sentiments found sentences...

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Midway through the season, 
Just as the tulips were fading 
A breeze from the north carried portents of late frost. 
Leaves began rustling more yellow than green 
Mixed with their whispers the faintest of sounds...

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