Long Wormed Poems

“Words We Cannot Escape”

Words we can no longer speak

we tap dance over keys 
bruised blackly numb
Winter palette in hand 
Autumn now gone 

across white-washed notes fixated on stark enclosed walls 
the scent of old Lavender...

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The barrister had always been a liberal thinker

An uprising star with roaming genes of a tinker

In the court-room she never took of her guard

But in real life she had become a nude poet and bard


When...

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screwed.bumped.bruised.fingers caressing a flossy silhouette which happens to be a cup of
brewed coffee.savoring its stunning richness while helplessly  drowned in sincere fondness
from its hypnotic scent.better than hell.better than a new-mown hay.better than anything
else that...

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The Atlantic ocean...,an unrelenting mistress

More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea
next to an octopus's garden in the shade.

OceanGate manufacturer
of the Titan Submersible,
which vessel that set out to reach
Titanic shipwreck with five passengers
officials believe the suffered
a...

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Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey
from that of an old soul, from pure consciousness
to egg and sperm colliding, to embryo, to fetus,
to that...

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Whar art mine fervent zeal for Marx Brothers?

While figuratively trout fishing
for ideas to write about
analogous (hook, line and sinker)
idea wormed itself into mind with clout
moment of awareness arose
without shadow of doubt.

As a long haired pencil...

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   An anti-resolvent-fume-
of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield of humanity. 
Thick as molasses, blackstrap morass of emnity.

Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. 
A Void, a claim farming the abyss. 
Marketing it's lie, on sale. 
Though it has...

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It shouted to him from the rooftops and he was prepared to jump

‘Go out with a deafening bang’ for the bell had told crashing demise

Sadness and bitter oblivion pointed the way from screaming nowhere

Yet deadening...

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I can’t leave this moment;
because simply I am with you.

It came a time when I start to be strongly afraid,
When endless questions run rapidly into my mind; 
One after the other,
A worry after another,
That I...

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she gave so much that her tank was running on empty

money worldly possession advice love and heart blood


	clothed and fed the homeless

	a kind word and a few coins

		
to every poor beggar in sight on the...

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I do not know how men many we were
or how we went, what we saw on the way 
nor do I know for what ungodly purport was ours
or what goaded us on into deeper uncharted...

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I push the tall-legged hard thing next to the water thing, and pick up the blue thing.
It’s sticky, and sudsy, and fun.   I pour it all on the dishrag on the counter, over...

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My eyes have been opened i see the light
I wish the truth was kept hidden from sight
My anger now strident riddled with fight
want to rage at indifference through the night

Silent tears track lines down my...

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*Image of Between Doors by Hope.

As Shadows Mend

A lingering bravura form ... dawn midst twilight's brilliance,
It sprung a length of an unscathed course -- accidentally,
The mute vim snugly stamped unfilled, credulous of malice,
Flightiness stemmed from...

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Nonpareil les belles-lettres spellbinds

Adherence regarding credo
to finish reading arbitrarily
self selected book beginning
to end silent promise made
otherwise, I experience guilt
analogous violating unwritten

law, said private oath binds me
against challenging non binding
unspoken promise additionally
never flipping thru pages reading
conclusion,...

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WHAT TIME IS IT?

A shadow crosses my mind
And stops.
An old familiar figure
Sent to me in this place
From memories
Long ago forgotten.

A lonely basket
Of a girl with no age
In a room crying the long,
Hollow tears of some
Deep...

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Her dreams crashed on the shore of reality
Her ambitions lay covered in the blanket of misery
Life has stolen a piece from her
And left without saying as much as a word
Time heals wounds but what about...

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I am an evening of scented season,
wondering if you've given me
this stairway with the gold curls. 
Who changed her name to Stacy?
Later in my throbbing red heart,
you were forest green and lush apples.

I have learned...

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The Nothingness began as a small, black smear across my smile.
It wormed and gnawed its way past my unsuspecting defenses,
Until it settled finally in the center of my heart,
Numbing my smile and deadening all my...

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The devil's corrupt cohorts
Roam like an angry lion; 
They've wormed their way into the flock, 
Creating carnal division and dissension.

They think they have the license
Or freedom to live as they please; 
Look out! They threaten...

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Spring:

Genesis shod the tapestry splendour
  wrapped global in the skin of creation,
derma-terraformed rock and flora,
  beauteous beast, tempered landscape foundation.
Stirrings in the forge of tropics,
  in sea of saline and deep blue...

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Persephone’s Finger
By Sy Roth


It wormed its way to the surface.
Pointy finger tested the air, 
Wriggled in a sensuous Fatima dance 
Etch-a-Sketching the crepuscular sky above,
Shaming the heavens for what lies below,
Marking its inky darkness
While the...

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A waning aura no longer flamed enough to flicker a surrender. Decomposes, decompresses like mummification wrap.

An anti-resolvent-fume-
of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield. 
Thick as molasses, blackstrap.

Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. 
A Void, a claim farming the abyss. 
Marketing...

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There once was a picture that wormed itself into my reverie
On a gray, cloudy morning, whilst it was raining and cold.
In this one picture were four slices of toast and five beverages.
Three glasses held tea...

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The old widower kept a tidy yard.
Bright flowers -snowball hedges,
a sparrow house and apple tree
gnomes chasing ceramic frogs
pinwheels spinning sunlight
round and round silver dreams.
He put a picket fence around his little Eden,
like an artist framing...

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