Long Unmissed Poems

Don’t make fun of me
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t jeer at me
Don’t scream at me
Don’t cry out for me
Don’t call out my name
Don’t tell me that I’m lame
Don’t tell me lies…my High Spirit shies…
Away from the...

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Beneath the full moon's illumination, two darkly dressed
Figures are quietly digging, gentlemen collectors, of the
Cadavers of the undead, desecration's henchmen of
Greed’s loosened purse strings, murders of the dead flesh
Trade.
Grave diggers for hire, the fresher the...

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NEXT  STOP  :   DUBLIN


Glad to leave the stonefaced Russian labyrinth of passports small
And stamped documents for every footfall
A bureaucrat’s wet dream  - checking each other’s bureaucracies
No walking on grass, no...

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FRIDAY, THE 13TH, IS IT AN ANATHEMA?

I, in the bad old days
When medicine derives
Its worth and effectiveness
In the wack-wack days
The herbal and their prayers used to drive away evil spirits.

Our great great grandparents
And our parents...

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So i had this dream,
I think it was a dream:

My lonely sole treading
the path of the air,
Through the rolling container.

My feet measuring the path
Of Washington,
dazed by her beauty,startled
by her regalia.

My eyes seduced by the 
Beauty...

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*Image of Kaleidoscope In Blue by Giphy.

When The Blues Are Fun

You consume the whole of me constantly,
Fair drafts ensure flight of our loyal tryst,
Though all known plans bear out uncertainty,
Our center grants said goals to...

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Her eyes aren’t hollow holes
A smoke and mirror trick 
She’s filled with gasoline
Not as soulless as you may think

She spites bitter memories
Her skin flares
Itch away the pain
Raw from you picking away

Sand paper could feel better
Than...

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“Reverse Cyrano” 

Reverse Cyrano 
new wave poetry 
straddles the ruins

milked
with two sugars
dark Tea dreams

red leaves laquer 
the vain roadmaps 
that stain the ingrained

with pommegranate poetry
the bejewelled heart 
sweet and tart 

and thick 
skinned
sliced and skewered

each...

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Sometimes, when sweeping under the bed or
behind the dresser, 
you will come across an old poem

One that has been forgotten about

Or, going through the clothes closet,
trying on jackets not worn since last winter,
a folded paper...

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"The Sum of Us" 

When the hearing has left
and the eyes cry tears 
like fathomless oceans
filling those contained opines
in their empty vessels,
floating around us,
the interior immersed
swims in the meaning 
of fast metronome 
caught in the...

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You whom I built my life around, brother
You created a bound that was unmissed 
A line of love built with memories 
Now, you’ve decided to move on 
A sister with out a brother, her shadow...

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You are unmissed
You are loneliness
How do you cope?
How does one who
Can barely stand himself
Contine to live?
How do you survive each day
Before the scrutinizing eyes
Of the princess Pain?
What is this new title you seek?
Oh, suicide is...

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