Long Vaporizing Poems

In my town
the spiritual warriors conjoined our nature conservancy advocates,
our homeless entertainers
mystics and muses 
incarnated all the green organic dreams 
of the food righteousness brigade,

Eternal EarthDay worshipers
began pilgrimages with gardeners 
and pet-owners 
and parents,
to establish...

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Umpteenth heat wave since onset of summer
sizzles Delaware Valley today July 16th, 2024

Said geographical area composed of counties
located in Southeastern Pennsylvania,
South Jersey, Delaware, and
Eastern Shore of Maryland.

Sweltering temperatures
figuratively grip human zoo
bipedal hominids (yours truly,
an olive...

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Similar if not identical to last year...   
umpteenth heat wave since onset of summer...
sizzles Delaware Valley today August 26th, 2022

Said geographical area composed of counties
located in Southeastern Pennsylvania,
South Jersey, Delaware, and
Eastern Shore of...

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Umpteenth heat wave since onset of summer...
sizzles Delaware Valley today August 25th, 2021

Said geographical area composed of counties
located in Southeastern Pennsylvania,
South Jersey, Delaware, and
Eastern Shore of Maryland.

Sweltering temperatures
figuratively grip human zoo
bipedal hominids (yours truly,
an olive...

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I'm torn in poetry ~ 
like a fractured syllable 
scattered across 
altars of glistening gold, 
mirroring the maskless faces 
of those, who once 
sold their sanctity for sins. 
Perhaps, there's a
cursed moonlight, 
to which I'll...

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In the bitterest of the cold polar north shadows of illusions dwell,
Reflections of light on ice, maybe so or is there more to these
Optical delusions, the natives say creatures hide amongst these
Rocky snow covered hills,...

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Oh mothers of the world stand before your mirrors of
Self-reflections, now gather all kindred near, now just 
For one moment imagine them disappearing, vaporizing into
The thinnest of air?
This realization is the future fate of the...

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WEATHER SAILS

What if the clouds themselves were like sails of a giant
Heavenly ship, its masts the very shafts of ethereal light
Cascading from Nirvana itself, white powders weather wings,
Guiding this planetary blue worlds atmosphere, in the...

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Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?

Tis appalling Homo sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast...

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SKYLARK

Tenderness in the cotton powder skies above, fly little skylark
Within these clouds milky white, soaring through the veils of 
Nirvana, sing tiny song bird with graces flight of beauty beneath,
Sway against the canvas clarity, blanketed...

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A toast to a Ghost

On this 13th day, of the 3rd month in the year of 2003.
At a time when 30 – 30 years ago, during the 3rd 
month, on the 13th day in the...

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HALLUCINATION
                     In the moonlit salty water I saw your face placidly suave   
...

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Though joyousness impaled,
albeit skewered over poker hot coals
courtesy roaring fiery
molten psychological magma
kindling sparks incinerate
nonetheless inchoate coalescence

asserts, damned feeble endeavor
fostering, glomming, harking
futile hellbent fixation manifests
imperceptible yearning inclination
atavistic aspiration toward archangel
fleetingly overrides pathos

prevalent within pathetic psyche
regarding mental...

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One morning, I had a cup of coffee

By the window of my hut at Lahong

Facing North. I let the air evolve into wind

From my mouth to the surface of the vaporizing

Liquid in the cup, forming...

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Retirement a mirage....

Retirement is a grand mirage
A distant vision, vaporizing into nothingness
A lie told a hundred times to sound like truth, but retirement is a grand mirage.

Man was not born to retire
To lie Ideally, while...

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fear makes it all so real,
the people round us dropping like
flies, with no age spared & no
combination of genes, environment
or upbringing, determined to be
perfect, so as to locate its reason or
motive---for it creeps in, seemingly
indiscriminately...

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I seem to remember
a golden post-toddler childhood
in which each day was a journey
ecstatically timeless,
yet within bookends
of coral dawn
and bruised dusk,
between waking from true timeless sleep
and returning to my evoluting inside place
for adventurous pilgrimage,
courage in face...

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Bob. He is passive.
      He is not aggressive
      in any way, shape, or form
      whatsoever
     ...

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i speak trouble yes
i speak trouble
late night rumble
very quiet mumble
summertime symptoms
slipped in subtle
suddenly i want to see
the warmth right before
the crunching of some autumn leaves
too hot at noon, makes the warmest evenings
writing on walls, illegal...

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I wonder where I will be 
when the sun sets on me…
for if I were a flake of snow,
a dying breeze, or autumn leaf...
then I’d know.
I am but a blink of a father’s eye
desperate for...

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Fiery flying serpent
with the scorpion sting
F-18
Your angry wings
make the sound of many rushing chariots,
dropping death from the air
With a voracious mouth devouring
like a whirlwind vortex,
your metal cries ascend to the clouds
F-18
Flying killing machine
controlled by a...

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Flesh is land I may say; seas are blood-floods; forests are bones;
Physic and spirit of nature, has zones of sand and stones:
Bones support the body to stand, bend, slide, glide, walk and run,
With no bones,...

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Written: December 05, 2023
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Earth's mysteries—swirling in the sky.
Heaven is comely with lemon meringue.
Vaporizing clouds are dulcet and colored.
Cinnamon light was shed on my shoulders.

Peering...

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Lying down on a bed.

Is horrifying.

Thoughts, become dreams, but I’m awake! I’m awake! It’s not a dream! It’s not a dream!

I’m sobbing, and you can cry in a dream, but sobbing is not possible.

The tears,...

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Beside the old chapel of Berhampur
A shadow of man 
Residual on the lonely roads,
Always walked in circles
After 3’o clock at night.
One crossing to another,
He moved with no hurry.
Like a pendulum of his world,
He collected time...

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