Long Unidentifiable Poems

Reducing sauces is a clever act that is not predetermined

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred...

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Nine times a fish tail is spun from thin yarn?

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred...

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In all my modest travels abroad,
believe me when I say
’tween the tigris and euphrates I’ve trod,
and seen a Great Lighthouse by the Bay;’

A magnificent construct, endlessly tall,
seemingly to the heavens it rose,
but no light shown...

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“Oh, not in my town,” you doth so loudly protest.
But I tell you, they are even in your governments!
The first sign is~ suppression of your free speech.
We let them, outlaw words, while leaders sun at...

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Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines 
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant
Worries wander aimlessly like a cat in the night...

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In another life, maybe
You'd of been my wife, baby

You've shown me kindness
And been there for me
Took away my blindness
So I could suddenly see

The love you had to give
Was so good and grand
Felt good to finally...

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the pinion of penetration which is pounded into your
skull at birth if you are ever so lucky enough to be
born into one of those families which hold the instrumental
notion of guilt production throughout a life...

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Darkest night and longest hours:
Hours to labor and
Hours to trip in the primitive ooze of repetition
Hours to catch up or trade for spare minutes,
Hours with eyes only half aware
Of life and its warnings,
Lifeless and blissless...

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A Seasoning of Scent

Each season wears the scent of its own seasoning
A signature perfume – wafting spice that beckons 
Awakening 
When my memories come out of hiding shadows
For misty autumn Sunday mornings when a bouquet
Of...

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There, in the kitchen of this modest dwelling,
A cheerful room, in spite of its lack of grandness
Home to the little family
Who gathered together each evening
For string beans and mashed potatoes,
Eating with relish at the rectangle...

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It's funny how once your heart starts beating your body starts to decay.
It's crazy how we go through our lives thinking we're actually living, but we're dying.
Going Day by Day saying, "Live It like your...

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It tastes like a cold soup
prepared in love but left to sit and cool alone
on empty counter tops

It is lonely pyramids and forgotten sands
that whisper secrets with dry mouths and parched lips
that go unheard and...

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What if I said I couldn't see my way
Through the day?
Would you convince me of my worth?

What if life passes me by and
And all I have is today?
Would you remind me of what I did...

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How to describe the color of love?  Might you frown in surprise if I spoke of brown?  Dull, pockmarked, ocherous brown. 
A tarmac of grain, stained the color of earth, that never saw...

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Hidden under the honeysuckle
and hibiscus
Lies a stone.
And as I sit, drinking a gin and tonic
Looking over the spent plates
where crusty bread
fried calamari, which is a fancy word for squid,
and two Oysters Rockefeller
sat 
until recently consumed...

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Species sundry sentential 
Line the lost lowered loft
Whose weary wayward-ceiled 
Roof raises itself over the lot:
The diverse specimen bottles of pharmaceutic potations,
Mortared and mixed as by the Hawthornean sawbones 
And apothecary, yclept, poetically rendered: "The...

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VIETNAMESE      RESTAURANT

 
September afternoon in Saigon,
Delicately-embroidered decorative 
Cloth-pieces on furniture, 
From the French imperial era. 
Scary African wood-carvings,
And my little girl frightened  to even  look 
At some of...

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 I took a hike in Bramble Bog,
and reveled in the croaking frogs;
the singing crickets and river song,
were lovely, so I whistled along.

By the river, on a great cypress branch,
upon which, I chanced to glance,
sat...

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fine lines sketched into my mirror
how did they get there? weathering
the decades, furrowed brow, creased
eyes with bags am i an old bag -
nonsense.

the mirror crack'd with an angry
whiplash i had to take a look
at my...

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the box i opened
smelled like a haunted house
the scenario that I planed for today
will not occur
this agreement between me and
the awareness of possibilities
these measured scenarios
had created unidentifiable risks
its flaps soft with the opening an closing...

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Every doorway is well lit yet barred and locked.
This is my dream body, it is chasing its twilit shadow
down blind alleyways
pausing only to heave breathlessly
as it comes to a stop
in yet another walled-off cul-de-sac.

Daylight couples...

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A Plan for the Unplanned angels unborn, 

Pray as they play in the sadness, 

remembering irreversible commitments.  

Sing to the sorrows of those forever haunted by ghosts of the unwanted seeds of the wanton.

Genetically...

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HEAVY HAIR



Blackness  without astral shine
With  weight:  not color  or texture, but heaviness
To withstand the breeze that ripples a blonder shock,
It moved as one, no gap between any pair 
Of its black...

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All through wee hours of the morning
Laminga wail their missing persons, mourning
And the track road leading into Amurum forest
Stained with droplets of blood down the terraced
Searching into sunrise by Lafon river parts
headless corpses, dissected body...

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From a flick of a moment,
at the blink of my eyes,
the light was stolen straight from my eyes.

As a baby, they were big and hopeful.
As a child, they danced a joyous dance.
Making them unidentifiable to...

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