Long Veiny Poems

Part I:  My mother’s Voice. 
  
“There’s something not quite right.” 
My mother’s doctor said.
The murmur in your heart.
I think we’ll  make a start, 
to take a look, and book a bed...

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Light—I was barely even myself, but some light…
Her light—no my own enemy Himself! 
—The Lord Eternal!—
How could I let this happen to me? – 

And I could feel my hand around her tiny arm,
Anxiously awaiting...

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Above , 
sitting atop a crested hill
solitary , but nary lonely
Agemo is what he answer's too
but question is alway's on his mind

His twin , Ahpla , calls him a dreamer
Agemo has grown to expect this
considering...

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The brightly warm golden glow
 from the a flamed small ebony
 wick of a beige wax candle
 Flickers aimlessly as the base is undauntedly uplifted by its wood
 carved handle...

As I try to steadily transport...

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A fragment of matted stone breaks surface.
It is already colonized
by moss and fungi factories;
eventually they will churn 
green spawn into rural Ohio towns;
not yet of course, ‘yet’ has to wait
for the rain and the blood...

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The bitter lips of wind kiss veiny petals
between the moon licked eyes so close
it forms a bond of sinew riddles 
that only seem to be broken in mornings burst.
Hungry is the man that immerses himself...

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Quote by author: Angel feather colors hold no meaning, 
if the messenger of God is not a paragon of virtue. 

Every year she wore the plumage with such grace 
and her beauty raptured every being...

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and thus free verse runs amok as prose with line breaks that must be just supposed to make a turn – or not – get caught in rhythmic flow or rambling thought.  But then...

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I never have the right words to say..
It feels the people i look up to, look at me then look away..
Im not formal enough, nice enough..
just blunt and straight up in a world that's f**ked...

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"Use my Oil and Mill my Seed
My healing powers are all you need'     

I am Me Set me Free - by Maria Williams

 

Leopard girl searches at night
for her lost leopard who...

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Old man sits in the air-
the wind's firing the life at him
while the young girl sits in grief,
waiting.
The old man really does know 
and understand her sorrow
but she doesn't understand why he gets her.
They sit...

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I  see you South Carolina’s  motherless child….
The chains of slavery set you free…
You are my history book and the link to my pit less soul…
Love began with you Mississippi midwife…..

Smells of Sage and...

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At the crossroad  
Where I cried and rise to stardom 
Unchained from within 
And sing a song of freedom 
There my seed would be, shouting "Father well done" !

At the crossroad
Where the scriptures were...

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Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe. 
One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over. 

Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving from tears. 
There...

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The bottle was found upon the shore,
looking forlorn and green with a cork,
it wasn't impressive except that a 
note was folded inside ready to be
read by the beachcomber with delight.

Seagulls encircled the event as if...

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For V.R.S.
 
A bend, a pirouette--a flower's dance
reflects in his shadowed eyes, and in her
thorned steps, the atrophying force rooted and redoubling.
Promise me, he breathes behind a teacup
while she is encapsulated in a globe of...

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Surprise!
Look at the wrinkles
that cover my hand,
all veiny and puckered
unless I make a tight fist
and they smooth again.
The face in the mirror
doesn't look as it seems 
when I'm not looking.

Surprise!
My hair is growing thin
falling in...

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look at me
appear to be
Brutal, broken beauty within the villainous, vocal vision

Bold, bloody beauty within the voluptuous, virtuous vision
Bad, beauty within the vibrant, violet decision 

Bald, bright beauty within the vulnerable, venomous vision
Blue, beauty ...

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The bones are brittle
as are the thoughts
they crumble
events of yesterdays that never happened
things that happened not remembered
today becomes another time
faces and events mingle
become a crazy quilt

He sits and stares
unaware of a spreading map
in his crotch...

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The breeze brushes against an oak,
up the veiny bark and passed the lark,
Frictional rapping of leaves breathe to life
a thousand voiced whisper-
the softest bellow echoes
across the wild grass
Sweeps against her hair,
a sea of shining brass,
and...

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