Long Vined Poems

Opening Day with a Little Delay

Take me out to the ball game
 Of balls and strikes - bloopers and perfect games; 
 Basket catches, ERA’S, country hardball;
 Foul balls, the pick off, intentional walk, the...

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Endurance is not of your nature,
Solidity glides in wavering motions upon my pitiful neck,
Now brazen silver does linger,
Trite lance, ravenous knife does make one last,
Sorrowful trek...

I know you'll adore each compassioned endeavor,
And your canvas lay...

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He came to my room almost every night,
Even back then I knew this wasn't right,
That look in his eyes as he sat on my bed,
I started to tremble as he stroked my head.

"Daddy don't hurt...

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Upon the rustic walls,
Laid a shadow, shadow too dry.
In the trees beyond, laid the carnelian of fall;
And I stroll away, into the vestige foliage ply.

In my little cabin,
many boring days had flown by,
but it was...

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The Adjective Cellar

Nestling smugly twixt pepper and salt
The adjective cellar begins its assault
When carelessly picked by some epicure
Who sadly considers himself connoisseur

Once the poor dinner guest flips up the top
The words tumble out, they’re awkward...

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oh wrap me close dear jungle deep, with fronds and fruits entwined
          and hold me to your ancient emerald breast -
I long to hear those thrums...

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Surrealisticity

WHEN IS TIME?

Ethereal benevolence surrounds the omens of my dreams
In lieu of hoped-for transcendence trickling through my seems

Your obtuse ambiguity invoked an angelic enlightening
My infallible faith was revealed through karma kin testament
Cosmic assimilation aligned and...

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The psychedelic oranges and greens of the seventies
Brought scads of foils and flocks into homes that had been
Saturated before with flowered, and vined wall papers.

Nehru jackets, hippies, flower children, and Viet Nam soldiers
Permeated the news,...

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A hard rain fell over town last night
Beating down the crops in the field,
Disparaging still the farmer’s plight
A hard rain fell over town last night.
My flower bed is a depressing sight
The vined trellises I will...

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fickle crickets: 
serenading sirens
of retreat, as chartreuse digits 
creep dark alley swamps;
hanging jungle themes invade
quiet dens perpetuated by
creation’s wet glory...croaking:
ancestral tales of grandeur.

mammal sigils:
	evoking tootling 
trespassers of environmental legacy;
	nature redeeming medicines
sustaining miracles of light...EPA
	earth.provides.assistance:
yet mankind...

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One single teardrop for all of mankind 
empathetic emotions that flow like the sea 
attached to each other we have been vined 
only together can we set ourselves free
a tear for the world and a...

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The Gate
	is wide and spacious
	but overgrown with vined flowers.
If you are inattentive and preoccupied,
	you would miss it
	and pass the entry way
	that eases on the step stones to the pond.
Therein, the waterfall cascades
	sometimes softly, sometimes loudly
	depending...

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