Long Venous Poems

You can feel them move through streets
Emblazoned with sirens' primary colors,
A swatch of fjord's colonial flagship hues
Left to slap in the wind of reorderd forms
Until sheared into confetti strips. Scripts 
Writ into a code are...

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Glitter glue laced ticker tape....

Of colourful confetti covering such sight

More and more, their eyes dipped in tars

Infectious quills, beneath these softened feathers

Penetrating, their own fatalities cryptograms....

As they aimlessly blend a colludeds pretentious purpose?

Bending this times...

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The invective one chooses
razor sharp words that harm
with their sound and bite.
Lashing with tongue until
ears and hearts bleed.
Never has the power of the tongue
been so effective in 
this invective onslaught.

The roots lie deep within the...

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Veins blue as death but they flow,
tributaries in a returning...

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Wales 980 BC, Sierra Leone, Congo,Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines 

Chapped scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight;
stars glow radiant light, wolf howl midnight.
Insects stir, skin scratch, tangled hair amass
naked ,as...

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It's a cool measure of our ex'd life blood low
family volume keeping the venous-return and arterial
alert-compressive, but youth manical-down
deep fried effervescence continuance abliss
smooth blowburn alive-high frequency antedote
fevered pitch-a  mellow deed
digestive cornerstone just picked, uncanned
cloud...

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I heard today on the radio news
about diet soda's bodily abuse

yesterday's bit, a blood-soaked whack
about my likely acute heart attack

I remember well my last cigarette
years peeled away, never to get

back to an ever longer life
cutting...

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It's a cool  mesure of life blood low
keeping the venous vacant return and arterial alert
               compressive but maniacal
down  ...

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An expression of a Nurse

I am a Nurse,
I am loved by few and hated by many
Everyday I dedicate my life to saving lives of others
From 7 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the...

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Written: January 03, 2024
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Wrenching writhing
of capacious weeping willows
In a dubious dream vault
I felt spurred to seek safety
from scorching...

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I am the muteness behind naivete
Born as the duplication of despair, flunked
A demented soul
An impaired self of bureaucracy

Jaded at the tip of shadow
Above it stood the gray
Quietly stabbed the main arterial venous of the real...

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Leaving banking, I am thinking about banking. When the red humour from the human system drains off, we irrigate the haematic fluid inside through vein-channels. ‘Blood Banks’ with sanguine loans come to our rescue. In...

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Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
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Coagulation

Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.

Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters...

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Lima has a pulse
arterial and venous it flows…
	all the colors of the rainbow glow
in the mist of Pacific sea's
hectic days and disco nights
	 beat into the sand at the ocean's lea.

Lima's life flows 
from Palacio...

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Soul rich beauty, boundless resources
Filled with deep venous riches  
Rising from beyond perfectionist blast
What strange natural goddesses look?
One with such grace and contentedness

Sweet lilies, bitter roses 
Green, red, yellow inky
Filled with inflated love and...

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