Long Untrampled Poems

At twilight’s ease of dusk the autumn leaves do flutter in the
Evening breeze, trickling downwards across inspirations canvas,
Creating a multicolored cascade at sunset, a leafy rainbow clasping
From the tree tops heights, than blowing wildly astray...

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Exciting walk; barefoot on warm rock while cold spring water
burbles past me. “Hey! over here.” she calls. 
A puppet, my instinct guides me there again;
Creek ends in dark green pond. “Hi” I answer.

My body tingles...

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III

This is the land of the convectional rains
Which vie on the monsoon back scrubbing streets
This is the land at half-past four
The rainbow rubs the chilli face of the afternoon
And an evening-morning pervades the dripping, weeping
Rain...

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#I_miss_us
In this maze, you've left me, I'm now stuck, holding tight to your warm moist palms touch in my hand, something that keep my hope intact that you will some day come back, not only...

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Just over the next mountain I journey
past the horizon of my history-
going past that which I have known
where knowledge lies in the next sudden sunrise
to follow the next bright illuminating moment
harnessing an untouched, untrampled day
bringing...

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In my hand the ink drips, commotional emotions at large , patches has failed. Nails and swords, pierce the hearing ear, fussed drops of lethal dose, push me to the edge, for adrenaline chokes my...

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In my hand the ink drips, commotional emotions at large , patches has failed. Nails and swords, pierce the hearing ear, fussed drops of lethal dose, push me to the edge, for adrenaline chokes my...

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As I watch my expressional means  apprehended, when my attention getting off, hastily from myself, through a ladder of mesmerization, to a near distance where you stood, illuminated by your extraordinary human frame. Safety...

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America, the beautiful... 
aimlessly just like a cloud 
drifting free above the crowd 
of cluttered chaos and bleak souls 
of jungles thriving in hellholes. 

America, whose freedom's praised... 
floating over stained landmarks 
(those abandoned, spotty...

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When sat before a blank page
I sometimes feel as lonely
as I imagine that blank page must feel 
however 
that blank page is also 
quite stark and challenging
daunting even
it seems to be anchored there
legs apart
fisted hands...

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Untrampled Sand

Idyllic shorelines tucked away,
Are island protected in a tropical bay;
Below pastel skies polished by clouds,
Reveal a Shangri-La bathed in gold.

Untrampled sands, white and tanned,
Are cooled by waves and wind fanned.
Where exotic vegetation creeps unmolested,
Claiming...

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You must write as if all along a flaw
Was on the bone, one place not quite right.
Begin the story as if you knew the horse

As weak, delicate, ruin about to happen.
Walk the road backward,
Thick with...

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The room was still when Power knocked—
 not loud, not proud, but sure.
 The Chair sat waiting, velvet-backed,
 untouched, and made to endure.

The walls had yet to learn the weight
 of promises unkept.
 The carpet,...

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