Long Ungloved Poems

I have so many places/acts dear to my heart
I’m just dying to share some with you
Not to boast, I but honor them, all played a part,
I'm sure helped to bring me in your view!

Tell me...

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The grand madam wore double strains of opal perils,
Around her collar of white lace, in eloquence personified,
She’s cultures Lady of utter refinement, curtsying to noble
And high brad’s aristocrats alike.
In fragrances of memories I’ve drifted backwards,
To...

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When I was little I used to believe in the boogie man 
I used to be so afraid of just people's descriptions of him
that whenever I saw anything move in my room I would 
snuggle...

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Standing alone in a festive crowd,
silent tears falling 
		         to 
			    the 
			         ground
				  ...

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One's Shadowless Moment

That which we embrace
That which we shun
That which we serve

Assimilation

Man's strange bedfellow
Remaining often long in the wings
Allowing shadow-light to become constant
Inviting ghost-like impressions
Enjoin one's timeless opacity of reason

Edification reveals
Experience rejecting idleness
Determined to share
Clover-rich...

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The tractor kept its course, row after row;
I spied your worn, green cap pulled fast and low.
The gulls swept down, their daily meal was laid
And as they rose, their wings shot silver rays.

I walked out...

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Being in one place too long,
being in one form to long,
never being able to tolerate a blank page,
or empty air,
for fear of what someone else 
will put in it if you don't

Wanting to feel safe,...

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The snow was  drifting    drifting     drifting – white
like pearls of whispers falling on my cheek.
The stars were fairies’ wands. They were so bright
that looking up at them,...

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Silver haired sage with a golden tongue
Sixty years of wisdom has been gained
Today's the day his praises are sung

Body and mind have been fully trained
He sees the planet in his own way
Sixty years of wisdom...

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It seems some are smitten
with long-fingered gloves,
while others have love
for warm woolen mittens.

Like puppies and kittens,
cute gifts from above,
you’ll give ‘em a shove
when fingers get bitten.

A gloved finger’s fat,
not very precise.
Ungloved? Bad advice ~
frost bites...

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Snow is still falling as I enter the wooded trails.  The newly clothed trees rise as white fairytale beings in the wintry landscape.  The snow dances in the light, a choreographed ballet conducted...

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To arms to arms, she cries this soul carefree
as she advances the words fly from her quill,
with her wit she poses a counter-riposte
lancing ripening spoils so they can spill.

All rancor fell before her bold advance
her...

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Evening turns to mime -
you emerge from its cameo artistry,
your dark unraveled hair cajoles
in a lamp shaded theater.

Moments clash together.
A denuding madness is ungloved,
a palpable heat mauls.

Long into the cleaving night
unsheathed and reckless,
flesh sings its...

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like a bee to nectar you rush
through the garden,
heading directly to the biggest red rose
in your path the tulip, vibrant and strong
in your haste for the beautiful rose,
you brush against the tulip, obliviously
knocking the fragrant...

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