Long Unvisited Poems

You and I,
together have learn t
the meaning of love;
together painted our world 
with the colors of love.
Colors of everlasting memories..
Sailed the seven seas
as I am your strength
and you are mine..
Soared the skies
exceeding all boundaries,
as I...

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I.	Creation

Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests, 
Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation where 
You are always the victor in battle,...

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Spiraling sensations of heightened instability cascade through an unsuspecting conscience, a chaotic whirlpool engulfs the psyche in seas of self inflicted torment and despair, illogically intertwined with fleeting moments of delusions, escape and grandeur, torn...

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Excuse me Miss
I have no intention of harming your shade,
But the seat you left vacant for me is rather 
absent. 
Absent of roses I could finally romance into 
smelling, absent of yin that could relax...

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It has just begun.

The maps have unraveled in topographic templates, unmarked by geographic spaces.

They’ve been replaced by frequencies emerging from what we once knew as separate places.

For a place is but a point in space,...

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Earlier in the month but lately begun, 
(Or was it perhaps the last one, the one before-November?
I know of a surety that it was a time uncoated by congeries 
Of most alabastrine snow, and that...

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1874….
The spectacularly lacey ferns rose up and fluffed themselves as self-appointed front-drops to the hidden cave.  
	Thus insuring this scene would remain a secret, secluded, unvisited spot for the next four or five hundred...

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A child is dead in the heart of men
a lonely grave sits unattended
who do such a thing I heard them say
to someone they had once befriended
who would have the child abandoned
i look to the gates...

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The imagination was giddy with fervent anticipation

A beautifully comforting breeze

soothed the mind from every conceivable direction

while also invigorating the playfulness associated with imminent invention


Another day provides additional time

for the creation and nourishment of an idea

Another...

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I viewed them the spring before – robins in our grass
and swallows flying circles around the front of the house.
Weeks later I spied their nests -
the swallows’ under an eave of our garage
and the robins’...

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The Manxome little Minx
Stood beneath illustrious Boa-bob tree
She scratched her left butt cheek
With grazed grass stained knees

Stared pon the ghostly forms gibbering with fear
That Nancy (her name) might manhandle their ears
And drag them petrified, within...

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By happenstance, I found you
               And my once empty, sullen heart
          ...

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Imagine if this was my last poetry poem contest
My creative juice would drink itself!
I'd find myself staring wistfully into an engulfing abyss.
I'd title my last contest poem, "Creative Death"

If this was my last poetry contest...

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Go to where the air is thinnest
where snow leopards stalk granite paths 
where pray flags slap cherry faced spirits
where nature is conceived.. unforgiving
go to where the air is thinnest-

Go to where hearts caress clouds
where ice...

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**This poem is a letter to another poem I wrote years ago titled "They Come Out at Night" which I'll post in a bit.** 

I wrote a poem yesterday
but it didn't feel the same. 
These...

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A waterfall is neither a moon beam nor is it icing dripping from a big cake. It is wise to build fortresses of ice in skating weather but skiing weather cannot make the deadline so...

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we gathered lilacs
             you&I
in that faroff land
                ...

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Here I am,
        All lost but you,
	Still being my north star, leading through
	My darkest hour, hope it’s before the dawn
	And won’t be long before I see my sun.
	I...

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They really don't know me.
My existence doesn't affect them.
Unseen on the crowded streets.
Just another passing breeze.
A name not even carelessly whispered.
Just another number.
I'm falling through the cracks.

An echoless scream resounds in my ears.
And so it...

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How many Mary Celestes sail
On the uncharted oceans of your mind?
How many lost souls vainly flail
To clamber on board, how many left behind?
 
So many unvisited ports
Beckon, tantalize and tease.
Does one survive on life’s orts
And...

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It was Hemingway 
  early

And Dickinson
   late

Those early 
  exposures

The trail of 
  my wake

No bar left 
  unvisited

Or brawl left 
  unfought

No school that could
  ...

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It was Hemingway 
  early

And Dickinson
   late

Those early 
  exposures

The trail of 
  my wake

No bar left 
  unvisited

Or brawl left 
  unfought

No school that could
  ...

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