Long Untilled Poems

SCANTILY-CLAD in the GARDEN of S W EDEN

Here I stand, all alone, scantily-clad in the garden of S W EDEN.
Wondering if the Original Garden still remains untilled and uneven.
Wondering how that Serpent knew of the...

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I have run out of high
  
       I begin to crawl
  the bottom was my destination
     it was what I desired 
 ...

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mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens
molded together, patchwork of leans
drowning withouts more than floating withins
mindsided promises, neglectful of ends
dripdry conundrums in, neat stagnant rows
labias monotonous, pink ugliness grows
necrofeelya coagulants, defy deadbeat hearts
knooseful riddance, mattressinal...

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Hollow as a crooked pipe conducting waste to the corroded sewer

Vacant and obscure like a Freudian void on a cold lavatory seat

Hollow as a piper’s flute waiting for nimble charming fingers

Vacant like a comatose stare...

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Listen: The Lyrical Lilt
that lilac
and lavender
lend to our language,
like leased luggage purposefully lost,
unrolls from lifted 
tongue
to level the valley 
and shallow
the depths of the gorge.

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Garden of a Meager Harvest
By David J Walker

The rusted remains 
of the old farm truck
Remain on the untilled patch 
 
of prairie grass plains 
as long as I 
can  remember
 
The old Farmall tractor...

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Have you ever imagined the world we live without women?
It is like a lung without some oxygen, agonizing and inevitably dead,
A face never with a smile, boring and unfriendly.
A cup of tea without some grains...

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Gardens

A lovely Tomato, to brighten up my days.
A beautiful Sun Flower, to lighten my ways. 
A Rose, of brilliant passions to delight my dreams.

A haunting – nightmare – pain filled thorns – streams 
into consciousness...

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That wrinkled old Apache
He Who Sees the Dreams,
Is said to be half-crazy and old
As the rivers and the streams.

He says he saw two great mountains
Made of iron and of glass--
And then two silent Thunderbirds,
Before his...

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Falling from forty clouds,
ticking clocks melting time.
Penguins that waddle backwards,
church bells that never chime.

Costume heros reading books,
birds parting their horizon sea.
Rabbit hole adventures haunted,
this evening spent sipping tea. 

Ghosts passing into limestone,
children snickering in silence.
Belvedere...

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UNTILLED GROUND

untilled ground however rich
produces only prickly thorns
like the minds of simple men
never giving thought to their
steps

rash behaviour hasty choices
acting whims without restraint
going with the currents flow
that seems appealing at first
glance

tossed around on waves of
passing...

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Since spring forgot to come and winter stayed,
My garden is untilled, seeding delayed.
A sodden March ran damply through each day.
I hope for April to remove the gray.

Each April is reserved for tulip tours.
The brilliant colors...

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Orchards of Opportunity 

Alone in the orchard of opportunities
surveying the ripened potential
I pondered the fruitful labor of others
enviously sniffing the succulence of success.

Knowing that their success was only mine
in theory, in dreams, in unlimited potential.
Before...

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There seems little hope when the tires won't hold air.
Did God forsake us somewhere, 
along the long and dusty path?
you and I, got wires crossed in despair...
left to suffer this day alone,
in His wrath. 

Oh...

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AUTHENTIC VOICES
sources of memory
  in  haunting musicality
celebrating sensuality
&pleasure
   so remarkable
enchanting
engrossing
in an untilled terrain
such modest
  proposals combine
  to resource
&create insights
to bring interpretation
  to the fore
to a
   sensitive poet's soul

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two...

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The ignorance servitude harnesses
The zero burdened grave race
That forbid shaving sovereign hairs
Packed close in considerable layers

Underneath national flagpoles
lay the maiden demands in barrels
like untilled tracts in grabbers souls
wants and the needs tore brothels

Behind pregnant men...

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In the Spring
memories blow like wind
through the corners of my soul
replacing the dark winter
which time has now beset
Playing its distant lute
change is thrust upon me
rebirthing what fall had rightly claimed
and buried in the past 

Visions...

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