Long Ungracefully Poems

It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. Been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals, having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald pine trees,...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. I've been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals and having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald...

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When two persons severely fight
Using vitriolic language angrily
Our mind is terribly poisoned
As our mood goes feebly astray

The shouts resemble cacophony
A tremor happens in our stomach
Our blood pressure shoots up
Though they do not fight with us

They...

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(my fashionably late xmas greeting
could long foster for this century 21 a meeting
of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once
   boot not worth reap peat ting).

up in the air
mine barrel sized girth 
 ...

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Lord, have mercy! Who is that in the mirror I view?
That can't be me with the gray-haired hue!
Seems only yesterday I was a jaunty thirty-five,
Now, I'm reminded that I'm nearing seventy-five!

What are those brown spots...

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A hazy sunshine fills the empty room 
The light creating a mixture of 
serene fog and dancing rays 
A figure forms in the haze 
floating on air 
and holding a staff with a golden head...

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Shadows seeking solitude
sunlight filters fleeting dream
soft endless kisses
are more real than they seem

Awake but still in the stillness
missing moments long past
through stained glass windows
smiles seldom forever last

Dusty records skipping with 
every floor board squeak
dancing my...

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OLD, AS IN OLD BLACK JOE

Like me
Don’t you see?
He was old
With no place to go
Old black Joe
with his old banjo
Old boots
and a very old belt
Old Black Joe was old as he felt
Withered
Weathered
Wearied
Worried
And waiting
Impatiently
Ungracefully
Ungratefully
Ungraciously
Yet he was...

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Dreaming for the lack of scheming
Wish there was another day.
They all add up for one tomorrow,
That I’d give too much to see today.
Wish I’d known sooner,
All my people would wash away.    ...

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Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting.
Between those limbs, chords darken.
Do I lean into the cello
or her?
A deep ewer of sound
pours from deft palpating fingers,
while her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from blood and lava.
Her...

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A mess inside out
From head to toe
   Her boat, afloat
But refuses to go

   A dime piece if she tries
But prep, a bore 
   Hops in the car
Her purse by...

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Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting. 
Between those limbs, chords darken
where pale angels go blind.

A deep ewer of sound
pours from palpating fingers.
While her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from lava.

Her body croons
wrists cuffed to...

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You are angst poetry
          played on the strings
                  ...

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~~A chess match is an opaque mirror into societal clash
slippery rules and taboos playing upon a checkered past
balcony kings and queens glaring down on the lower caste.
Ramparts buttressing crooked flanks, serfs in the murky front
devouring...

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The cello is between her legs,
skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread.
sexually inviting.
The cello drums her 
Thrums her darkness
Into blind angels
The cellos voice is her voice
Her body sings through it
Or is the cello making love to her,...

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Invisible predators steal my soul
taking me to a bowl of stale potato chips
dunking me down beneath the cigarette butts
That were not ever well-hidden in the bottom

Plunking me down firmly with their beady
little hands and their...

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We're born- we live-we take-we give.
We knead love while churning hate.
Love comes through the curtain unabated
then leaves with a clack, like the song of a raven.

We sashay into open hearts... 
unleashing a maelstrom of fiery...

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Going back home is a sad thing
everyone aging ungracefully 
the family dog is long dead
they saved her purple collar
the one with the tiny bell
that's still ringing in everyone's head. 

Weeds and devils claw creeping 
silently...

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