Long Whooshes Poems

Come join the unraveling circus
quite soon to be passing our way,
with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -
line up as they lead us astray!

Arriving, the elephant trumpets
agendas of aberrant acts
while the donkeys drool,...

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Wickedry the poetry that refuses to let me sleep in a hammock on the river of spiritual revival
Wickedry I tell you ... What dares keep me awake
Aggressive in the most gentle way...
My soul has millions...

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.....Mommy walks and Jamie toddles inside the BIGGEST plane. 
Jamie thought he was inside its belly. The storm roars outside. 
The thunder is loud inside the metal beastie. They sit. Lightening flashes. 
Jamie screams “No!”...

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I cherish every precious lock of my hair as a keepsake

Twas partly on account
of yours truly being incarnation of Samson;
spouse and I wed
please fate, don't say alopecia didst tread;
though atheist to higher power
yours truly pled
heart...

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I lie, 
on my large comfort bed.. 
counting seconds,
syncing my heartbeat,
with the tick of the great white clock,
above my head. 
What I'm thinking, 
even I do not know..
Clouds have formed on my thoughts...
Fogs have scathed...

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Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal

Action across ouija board
herald Faustian bargain
as fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits,...

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Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing...

Action across ouija board
fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force

from outer limits,
perhaps a dimension unexplored
of...

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I’m Onomato-pea-a
The window is my home.
I love the sounds of cooking
At day, at dusk, and dawn.

Mom clomps into the room
And clicks on every light
The curtain whooshes open,
I wake up, “No more night!”

Drawers squeak, cabinets creak
Bread...

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The witches finger

When night time falls on Halloween if you`re near the woods don’t linger
For if you stand to long this night you`ll feel the Witches finger.

It`s long and crooked with a pointy nail its...

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Listen to the orchestral tune,
The sea sings its song as the ship moves along,
Serenading to the silvery moon.

The wind swishes and whooshes, humming its song,
As it wings on its winding way.
The strings of the stays...

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Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics, 
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!

Pile of pure pulverization and...

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on the other side of a twenty-seven mile wide mountain range
is a place to go where no cars and cycles buzz behind me
where the dusk heated sun does not touch my back
and polluted air does...

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on hyaloid shade phylum
of zaffre azure
swish
soulful scrutinize
apodictic vinculum
magniloquent 

wandering of wispy whooshes
wrapping wisps of weird warbles
shrivel olive trees
overflow no omen
drenched in sweat
summoned by chimera
once called passion
title assertion? 

baud pace of rimless dreams
blurred bark
bare branches
fruitless leaves
unfetter'd
sky...

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The waves lick the pier-deck beams,

   a boat has passed upon the lake

   to shuffle the song upon the wind,

   ebbing whooshes.....

The smoky waters still to tease

  ...

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The sun remains hidden behind a blanket of gray on this snowy winter afternoon. It doesn't matter. Gone for now are the playful sailors who dart about Salt Fork lake in better weather. The blackbirds...

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Yore was bounty birth ''f inky ire;
moistened malady, dribbles dire.
''f callous cedars 'n' sane Sequoia;
one t' th' other blitzkrieg, bis loyal.

Torn tidings ñ wanky wind's wings rode;
porous passion 'n forgery's robe.
Ergo sought felon flame worn...

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I hover high above the ground,
gently land ing the tree's.
The branches easily sway,
moving with the breeze.

I sit there, just watching all the 
movement in the street below.
The sun bathes me, heating my body,
from the rays...

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The laundry on the line is dancing in time
to a wind whipped tune in early June
it tosses and turns, it whooshes and whirls
around and around in a yard before noon. 

As clothes gayly flow, with...

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Walking down the riverside at twilight,
the sun turns red — a burning star — bleeding into the sky.
A quiet star sinks, leaving whispers in its wake,
and I drift in the glow, wandering wild and free.

The...

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Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum". 
            "Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
          ...

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Time, a pathway to the final end
Death, a pathway to a new beginning
Time and death are subtle allies
One to reveal, the other — a fulfilment

A sad one ponders alone under the night sky
Wondering at the...

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You know when you are being watched
That tingle in your skin
You might be looking out 
But you know something’s looking in.
That weird feeling, I was eating my toast
I feel vulnerable, that’s something I don’t boast.
Looking...

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It rains in ratio, through the black broken screen, 
It rains a steady downpour, 
And these infinite drops call me to them, 
They draw me out the back door,

To whooshes of pink and whispering white,...

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love is not a plague - punctured plumes:
hoisted hooey, disaster's hood
quack qualities dripping nectar
worn whooshes, malady's fosters

love ain't bounty bliss - Utopia:
numb nature's cloak sewn by favor
timid oak oozes pruned pleasures
sassy stream girded in leisure

lanky...

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To great applause, I walk the rope -
I’ll stay upon my feet, I hope;
I look below and see no net -
And smile (although my brow is wet).
I juggle, dance and skip, recalling painful falls;
Then ride...

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