Long Xanthous Poems

As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heavy with the miasma of malignant...

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As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more urinary;
And as cloudiness, not of mind, but of that which...

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"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."  
E.E. Cummings

Amber hues kissed twilight's platinum pigments that night,
beckoning ivory pearls to weave patterns of astral flames.
Charm of...

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What will this day bring - its gifts
of lingering sunshine & flower storms,
the thundering of xanthous hues,
bright beams of crimson and green…

What will this day bring - a knock
or a ring, my feet go, the...

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crowded, cornered —
   i suss out my special place.

tossing, turning,
   dendrites burning

the insides of my eyes.
   posit the tables

chairs, arrangement
   of girls and boys.

the chatter of calypso...

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As I dream, my countenance a cerulean blue,

beautiful to the angelic witnesses - like a baby
sleeping, they “ooh” and “ahh,” believing in short
that I myself am an angel, can do no wrong,
and they love me...

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Rendered faceless by the artist, she appeals to the masses. This angel takes up the canvas. Her identity of she is given by the poet. Bold with chromatic colors. Only Gabriel and archangel Michael are...

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"What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume",
It's not Joy Baccarat, nor Les Royales, with soapy spume;
Nor Roja Haute Luxe, Amorem Rose, Maison Francis,
Nor Nenufar, Cleopatra, great queen-scent xanthous...

My perfume is...

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 abecedarian 

An arch's lowest stone from which it springs is a springer
Bounce in one’s step common to infatuation
Cricket term – one of a set of rubber strips on a bat handle
Door lock that will...

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October’s Pretence. 
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will 
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, 
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
 thinking...

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October’s Pretence. 
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will 
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, 
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
 thinking...

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Crepuscle beamed, descried at the telluric cyan orb
Dusk devoured auric daystar as lambency was absorbed
Sun's verve, twinkle immersed by the lil' murk
Permeate the newfangled burst of wavering lights in the skylark
Stupefied by the wondrous jaw-dropping...

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The sun was sporting a radiant yellow,
with headlong pause, upon entering her space.
Tanned and serene, cheered by warm fellow,
Larissa’s slightly demure, emanating grace,
framed in the joyful shine of bittersweet tangelo.

Sungaze tints her bucolic gown, each...

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Dedicated to Evelyn Judy Buehler. I love the joy
and color she brings to her poetry!


Pink puddle of petals, precious
underneath the parasol tree.

Celebrant-pear in bridal white —
pairs walk down the chapel aisle.

The vigor of a garden...

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Then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.

—-William Wordsworth

DILLY-DILLY DAFFODILS

Dilly-dilly daffodils in a lady’s tress,
Sailing as she throws off distress.
Blithesome in shades of yellow and blue,
The yellow-buttercups a felicitous crew.
Dancing fair maiden-esprit,...

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pulchritudinous ingots chisel and shades
dazzle and illuminate umpteen reasons

poetry is like a swirling, susurrus-sibilant chimera
of innuendo arty souls, albeit vapid syntax
around serene scenery, orbs, and idealism

Is unction vital to adorn naked words with plumose wings?
whose...

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Within my breast  a  promise  of  earth   splendor  

 Jovial  sapphire   lake  sheer  blackness cliffs


Kempt,  sights  amid  whispers  Spirit...

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I had fun brushing the sky, with its impeccable blue,
then a sweep here and there of cloud’s silvery lining.
A few waffled spots amplified the intensity of hue.

Screws lightly driven at the base, release grassy knots.
A...

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Rock-a-by my ship,
its merchandise, wandering wardrobe,
my love and I —
to islands of paradise,
short cliffs of happiness,
sea water caves.

I jump precariously —
carelessly, my turn.
I don’t twist an ankle
like the lady without her shoes.
Favored am I, this...

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Terrified, the little girl cries
until her grandmother turns wise,
“All God’s creatures want to survive.
I know you love your small garden.
Now watch these workers work magic”

Those stallions with stingers, hover,
tantalizingly tease petals
of the roaring dandelions.
Those golden...

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Bright yellow sun, a stroke of noon’s delight.
Long shadow rays, the arms of time’s true North,
Embrace the golden meadow’s xanthous light.
And in her eyes, the specks of joy burst forth.

Amour of daisies blush, like lemons...

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A lady sits on the moon 
Belle of the night sky 
Cosmo goddess reigns 
Delicately she sings songs 
Eloquent notes 
Flowing from her heart 
Glide through the galaxy 
Her harmonious voice 
Ignites the shooting stars
Jump...

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A lady sits on the moon 
Belle of the night sky 
Cosmo goddess reigns 
Delicately she sings songs 
Eloquent notes 
Flowing from her heart 
Glide through the galaxy 
Her harmonious voice 
Ignites the shooting stars
Jump...

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in quietness divine
   the xanthous zephyr balm
      a citrusy ascent
         to sip on Summer’s tea
     ...

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Love’s in the blue, the sky, the bird, the ray.
Xanthous flicker of  light - the brilliant sun.
And white, the vellum space - she spills her day.
Emerald gown, her dress; hair golden spun.

Across the tiresome...

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