Long Unshaped Poems

FOUR TENETS OF CREATIVITY


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INTRODUCTION


This short  eBook encompasses my experiences of the creative in both art and poetry in particular.The content of each of the four...

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Afternoon musing, not quite content,
Wondering where the time all went -
The time not really given, only lent.

The first day of fourth grade,
In the next desk a new girl stayed,
With honey colored hair all in a...

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"The Eyes Of A Poet"


                          "The Eyes Of A Poet"...

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God is always the greatest- Sylvia Frances Chan wrote

And me-

God is the greatest
who said- Human or God!

if I say God is great
Yes, because of my belief
If any human, the believer says
Yes, because of belief

If any...

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This is a broken emptiness
So surrounded in fixedness you can't get at it
All I've ever wanted, I'm that
But in disorder
Unoriginal amongst poets
My drama is bound, I won't let it out
All doors remain shut
I dare not...

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Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's...

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I breathe, although I’m dead
I still have these images in my head,
Feeling nothing anymore… the pain is gone
But I know, I’m not the only one.

Emptiness fills my wretched soul
Darkness, that eats through my heart,
I’m no...

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In this world
You are my naughty innocent beauty
You are like the butterfly on lily
You are like the angel
You are my sensual gel

I invited you to my last night cell
Your presence was like the morning bell
We...

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In the cathedral of silence, beneath the vaults of stars and shadows,
A man opens his soul like an ancient parchment in the hands of a divine scribe.
His words are forgotten runes, whispers of a world...

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This sitting takes me to an attic of raw light
bestowing foams of quiet glow for travelers 
unyielding to a precise compass
of direction, a spaceless space nourished as it
were, losing the self to Bodhi-like clouds
and nomadic...

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The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs raised by static.
The simple leans in to catch butterflies. One...

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I might forget you for a little while

but when the last desert hues of sunset roses

wrap the bareness of these arms

Out of nowhere and without reason I think of you

Darkness falls and so my tears

but...

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My brown rough n sweaty hair tell dat I
M not at all girly
But don't judge me so early
My unthreated and joining eyebrows tell the
I have a great fortune
Which is coming in the may or June
Mu...

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A raw quiet
stretches like a membrane
across the night.
Pulled tight it waits to amplify
the slightest sound.
Each passing minute dials up
the volume of a nerve
strung to snare
the powdery whispers of a moth
or the faint ticking wheezed
out of...

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Dark night is closer, after your
Callings, callings from the half -seen trees.
Night owls are crying. A smile is 
Ominous dancing in the branches.

Of  slow time, night unfolds
Its  ranges of stories, night’s regular acts.
All...

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A HAIBUN Doublet
A HAIBUN DOUBLET
An empty space,filled by light brings simplicity to life,the empty heart,fills with pain,
cries out why,again,again,and still the emptiness remains;Simplicity forgotten
in complexity will drown,darkness overwhelms the mind,despair see nought,with eyes blind;light fills...

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To meet my people; from the other part,
As a fine dream, always built its place,
A protected one. 
In my heart; sealed with irrevocable love.

This yearning was rising up,
Day and night. Giving its new essence!
Waiting for their...

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"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill."
-  Jalaluddin Rumi

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The more sharp shovels strike, bruise and rip soil asunder,
the deeper is the well for life affirming, healing water to fill, swell and...

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POETRY PLEA

There was a time when every word and phrase
Each sentence stanza paragraph and verse
Was written, with a clearness to our gaze
When simply made, extravagant or terse
Crafted in empyrean structure did they seem
With lucidity and...

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Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,past times made present, amalgams of verse unshaped,until imagination's birth bursts from the spring of my maturity to awake,arise as ideas and fly free on imagination's unfettered wings ,blown to and fro to settle where...

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As unshaped as water, as filthy as streets, as hard as rocks:-
The separation we create
I remember our memories, I turn in pride 
I remember the days…, how we used to pass them by
I remember the...

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I read that poetry will not be quiet, so I am writing my heart without false glibnesss.  But with hope!

One can be a hermit and should be
In the city of black and white,
Groceries are...

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Just past 
where the world of the atom ends
there are spaces that we try to fill
or pretend they don't exist.
Hollows that harbor silence 
or an unshaped need, 
the imprint of something 
the mind can't conceive.

Music...

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Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken

With every food you intake, I partake
With every emotions, I feel you...

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Here the I am
into me alive
for the next breath
from the lungs

here my blood circulation
step by step circling
into my body
for every next second

here my eyes absorb
the visible sight
to cross the present
and the ears hear saliently all
to...

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