Long Unexposed Poems

Every time  I read Pessoa I think
I'm better than he is
Salutations to Fernando Pessoa-Alan Ginsberg
 
 Me, the monocled one, with my foppish belted waistcoat, 
I'm not unworthy of you, Walt, 
I'm not unworthy...

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Have you wandered off the beaten path and blamed someone other than YOURSELF?  Or could it be that you never walked the path of others, because you were alone and LEFT. Did someone hurt...

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“Well now,
I’ve enough dirty knickers to be washin’,
That’s why I never got married”.

Now listen to them talk
For it’s hard not to.
He never got married 
or any of that other nonsense
That people bother with.
This friendly meeting...

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The Yew is said to reach hundreds of long years and
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In the church are whispers high, so sweet that they defy belief
They wave their branches to the sky, bared warnings to the Autumn thief
And down below in cloistered shade, the hymns of evening bare their...

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Enchanted by skylarks I surrender my time.
Day's sun unabated riveted me to broiling heat,
I stew in my skin. Every toxic thought
Pollutes my surface as is intended,
But corrodes and cankers their patron's heart.
The statue has a...

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Secrecy, as in, 'don't allow this LOVE to be shown, to be known'?
Is Secret Love like lighted candles hidden away in closets?
'Secret Love' is a complicated theme, is it not?
Secrecy, as in an unexposed, undeveloped...

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Your Eyes are green as unexposed Mold.
                            ...

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"The human heart has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed. The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, whose charm were broken if revealed."         ...

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I know the land where the lemon trees flower,
where we made love not war, we had flower power,
casual clothes, had an occasional shower
we loved nature,  youth of the human race
old generations thought we were...

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ART, MY PLATFORM
I art, therefore, I am
Let your life be your Art 
Something you paint with your heart
Taking care to make every part, a symphony of colors
The way your feet lovingly graze the earth 
Like...

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I lose my fingers keeping count
the number of kids lost by murder count
in the eastern districts media houses dread
Patches of brown-black roofs on aerial view
Aunt hills of buildings single roomed
Shoot to kill, a governing tool
Stiff...

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At the edge of the shrinking time 
in the gleam of pale twilight hour,
down the misty memory lane
I see me walk my children
on the changing contours of childhood,
hands held with paternal care,
with warmth of everlasting...

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The holly berries reveal 
 a bronzing tint of orange
 on their journey to becoming 
      deep, dark, blood reds.
Soon the three bonded trees 
 will glow in vibrant color
...

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If there were a tomb to hold my thoughts alone
where only those who seek it, meditate,
guffaws would echo on the heavenly green;
ideas will not live beyond their youth
unless they catch the glint of steel beneath
the...

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If there were a tomb to hold my thoughts alone
where only those who seek it, meditate,
guffaws would echo on the heavenly green;
ideas will not live beyond their youth
unless they catch the glint of steel beneath
the...

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Curtis was never one to stay in one place for very long

Oh my God they said when they looked at his passport

Multiple entries border crossings migration and search of 

Inner Self and ironically a fix...

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I will never get my way with trouble that I borrow.
Looking for yesterday waiting for tomorrow.
Though I've heard it many times the answer still evades me
Live for today, they always say, yet I still can't...

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A DEATH IN PANDEMIC

I’m dead
I’m gone
Sometime ago,
I’m lifeless now, unbreathing
Like a waste
In a black plastic jacket

They tried hard
They did everything what they could
Gave me pills injected infusions
Hooked me in ventilation
But I couldn’t make through
They did...

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Strange how friendship breaks like strings into new
Theories about the bonds of life. I have kept news
Of nothing on the missing pages of history: and few
The the frolic ever reclaimed, but I do not lose
The...

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Eyes stay closed,
A Soul unexposed.
A music box sweetly played,
And sweetly serenaded my mind and leaved me feeling betrayed.
It’s a finely tune sound,
That attracts sad illustrations and open wounds profound.
As its beautiful illustrations escapes,
My mind in...

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Silent motion pictures for no one to hear,
Roaring 1922 was the magical year,
Chaplin's fancy mustache grew from ear to ear.
How can motion without sound express love or fear?

Still frames unexposed to the light,
fame within names
cheers...

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LOST AND FOUND(A poet’s worth)
For years I was silent.
My eyes forever seeing
My mind constantly capturing
My soul continuously processing
My tongue really struggling
Until……I found my voice.

For years I was impotent.
My hands always passive
My fingers so inactive
My papers...

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