Long Watermark Poems

I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts...

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"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines...

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 Continued from Part 2 

5. MIDNIGHT DREAMS 
At night the soldiers sometimes dream
of many things which make them scream,
like
               ...

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The water mark is still evident on the wall
You can still see where the rain had fall
The stain must have been there for many years
And every time it reappears 
Sending chills into my ears
It embraces...

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I have waited for the New Age--that Tranelike return to my Mediterranean Sundance Always and Forever missing the  journey of the Caravansary of old.
Hence, Only Time and the touch of the Rio Ancho, its...

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The stone laid plans 
erected in the Age of Man
are starting to cave in
Their sky towers scraping the blue stratosphere
has begun to crumple
under the oppressive weight of floating spore fear

It’s fungi clear as a glowing...

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In the Winter of Night of Darkness -
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If, as hippy folklore claims, it never rains in California,
Then the watermark is never washed out of the phoney cheque,
And when you’re dead and gone there’ll be no one here to mourn ya
For it was...

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A is for an album to hold my stamp hoard,
B is for back of book where my “specials” are stored.

C is for the cancellation that causes such strife,
D is for definitives with their unlimited life.

E...

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Dew drops fell on my eyelids,

as I lay upon dampened ground

I sighed and looked heavens up astound,

wishing for the pain to cease

I wiped my brow of all crease

with dismay my mind wonders

If it really is...

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"Concentric"



Perfection
is a never ending story
with alternative endings, 
that never end 

"You're an oxymoron", she said

You stand on your shore 
skipping stones and thoughts
you concede, 
you’re caught in the pull 

between staying 
and leaving

circles small birthing...

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Mein Kampf...Self Imprisoned Gulag

Onset of conception wrought significant
destructive quantum sized genetic quark
invisible, fissile, and congenital skull,
sans crossbones deathmark

scythe kill logical metastatic
psychic path head shrinking Reichsmark
financial reparation taxed this human bark
at peril of ark

covenant fomenting incruent
lacerating...

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Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark 
Yet considered by all a most unlikely patriarch
He was proud being Noah’s apprentice on the ark

Mark was in charge of ensuring all the animals did embark 
Two...

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BROKEN CHAIN:

Isolation kept him far from normality.
And his life was really pity.
Felt his last breath was gone,
As he was fastened to perplexity. 
His personal beliefs were wrong,
And his faith produced no tranquility.
He upheld himself as...

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One big boom reverberates, 
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge, 
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway. 
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark, 
the nature lover in me hopes the smaller...

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>The sea and me
By Stanley Russell Harris
Poetry soup honorable mentioned.
(The new mad author)

I like to be beside the sea.
Calm or rough a delight to see.
If calm, I’ll paddle in the sea.
But swimming, no you won’t...

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Soft as a whisper
Silent as the fresh snow
Falling across my feelings
Glowing through lost hope…

Gentle as a caress
Yearning to be felt
Praising the God above
For all the love that laughs…

Kind as a breath of a prayer
Murmured on...

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One big boom reverberates, 
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge, 
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway. 
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark, 
the nature lover in me hopes the smaller...

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One big boom reverberates,
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge,
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway.
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark,
the nature lover in me hopes the smaller fish 
will beat the...

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I lay my head on a pillowcase full of 
razor blades, and try to be still as I 
dream of the soft edges in death.
The dinosaur walks into my room,
ties his noose above my elbow...

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I swear! I swear! I swear!
By the burning Sun and the silent moon
I swear!
By the watermark of bleeding ink
And the screeching noise of poets
I will not accept this letter today
I will not accept the letter...

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"The Edge"



Beneath the surface
freedom flows
above the watermark
secrets shared 
with the sky
only the ghost 
knows

conversations of a man 
on the edge of life

pondering ponds
the loud silent drowned pasts 
and baptismal rites
spiriting water memories
rippling an entire
Ocean 
home


(LadyLabyrinth...

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One big boom reverberates,
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge,
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway.
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark,
the nature lover in me hopes the smaller fish 
will beat the...

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I dread the night 
I fear its might 
I fear the time most 
When the wolf came against my walls 
Shattering it in vain 
Leaving behind a souvenir of a broken heart in a broken...

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This self evident truth that all men are created equal ?
Never quite able as to escape these questions which arrive
Time's comical in ludicrous exposes: today as yesterday imagining
Her high courts turning unto a constitution defining...

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