Long Unforced Poems

To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt exclamations and...

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Born-again Christians speak favor (or "favour") often. Today I experienced it in chess. CHESS is rational & mentally demanding, luck being absent."Good Luck & Bad Luck" are bandied about & have wide appeal. As I...

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Born-again Christians speak about favor (or "favour") often. Today I experienced it in chess. CHESS is rational & mentally demanding, & luck is absent. "Good Luck & Bad Luck" are bandied about & have wide...

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Your laughter’s echoes are like a broken record in my hysterical brain
I misplaced my journey-like notebook, written in pen and pencil prudently and sincerely
Solace sunrays are embedded in your blue-green eyes and it’s driving me...

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Why do I miss your voice? Is it because it’s one I should, and want to hear, or am I being selfish, thinking I’m entitled by length of my years. Or is the answer within?...

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I'm not Deranged just Derailed,
Deraptured with the Devolution of Angels,
The Devilization of a Nation,
Decorum Demands that I Devalue individualism,
Some Decadent, Dilenquent, Despot shouts 
"Our hair must be black!" 
"Our hair must be pink!"
Displaying our inner...

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A love so true burns deep
                             ...

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Two sets
  Apiece
To each player
And this is the
    Final set... 
What a contest! 
Both the players
Fighting to win
   The match
     Is equal
The scoreboard
  ...

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full of emotion
       pulsating
       brooding
       heaving
parsed
           by...

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It’s okay if it ends now.
Quite fine if it stops here.
Never expected the joys I’ve had.
Children. Amazing. The best. 
Their innocence, their laughter, their passion to breathe. 

I have loved too. 
Loved my children, and...

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The grace that comes in the heavenly spade
Paid by the God of the great exchange
Surpasses the cleansing of conscience and sin
And reaches into the nature within.

For we are gifted the power of God
Who greatly and...

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On The Masses 
How do many poems start?


It is in all I think the desire for expression
The pen or the keys write the painful subject
Or wring the lips in unforced joys

 
From there the simple...

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My sins are catching up with me, yet still I'm unrepentant.
A demon came to take my soul but back to Hell I sent it.

Life has made a joke of me, now time will bulldoze through...

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WAGNER PHRASIS
Enchained by fancy petty wants
and necessity,undisguished
sensuousness burning with
fiery passion kindles the most
consuming flame,my peace of
mind was over.Driven to despair,
idle & disorderly,levity wounded me 
deeply,tortured,no semblance of
reality,puritanical hypocrisy
ordinary & mediocre ,savagery
of taste,adverse outward circumstance,
all shadows...

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Mark Miller 09/11/2017
"She'll be the one sitting in the middle of the love sofa at the center of all the finest restaurants in town, transporting every small town of tranquil into a raised city of...

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He keeps his promises
     the marvelous work of God
prayer-answering
promise-keeping
caring living holy God
of the past
        the present
        ...

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It's there within
It's not at all unreachable
It's a pleasure within reach
That place with a Music of its own

It's visible with eyes closed
It's audible with ears at rest
It's felt when everything else ceases to be felt
That...

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Multicolored hands dissolved the pain, that rose within me
You were there; certain you'd win your part in the ring
Condescension became sparks I used as light to see
I held to my song you sought to silence,...

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Sitting in the sand,
Toes in the water
As the tide touches the land.
She looks over her shoulder
And I catch her,

An unsuspecting click of a camera,
An unforced smile,
That’s karma
For all the pictures she snapped on the way
I...

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I can never write a poem 
when I am told to write a poem. 
It comes randomly        like 
blankets of snow on Christmas Day
spraying skunks, no jars of...

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Within a moment's grace
She held my heartbeat against her gentle dialect

Her pearly smile and chocolate diamond retinas
Prescribed laughter, as she
Incompletely
Spoke my name

Vowels tripping against her nervous steps.

Her facial tone became tomato's rejected lyric.

My dignity, stunned.
My...

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Why must the patient ,just,endure
while other's, forgetful, remain unsure
clinging to, most precious essence
............apparition reminiscent
as ghostly past reminds the few
......future,fast,we miss our cue
in haste,we chase our next endeavor
......lost in a race without a lever
improper use of...

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The cold air grips at my lips for survival
As the night slowly pours over the land
Sleepy stars playing peek-a-boo with forlorn clouds
The broken moon tilts and wanes
and shadow puppets contort 
and dance in delight
Sounds stretch...

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Our minds in mouths agape
When lost the game at Ashe
Our minds with you in pains
Shaking we are in silence

Aces lost in paces
Paces of your races
Sour the foot to graces
Unforced errors not disgraces

But despair not in...

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Pale blue silk flung across heaven
Faint goldenrod in the east
North wind blows its mighty power
The heat pump hums to say the least

Upon a cold winter morning
Thinking what love should be
I can't remember those loving
Moments, they've...

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