Long Yellow light Poems

I met you on the road of Longing,
As you took me hand in hand,
My heart burst with love wide open,
And so our journey began.-

My Kings, my life is yours,
I have lived to this moment for...

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The night shone for the full moon,
Sky brewing a coarse monsoon,
Bolted were windows, locked were doors,
The frequency of death frighteningly soared.
But who was this infant high upon the hill?
He denied the storm and just stood...

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Black History
As this month comes to an end 
I want to begin 
First of all I want to thank so many
I will name a few although there's plenty
Martin Luther King
Had a dream
Yes he did 
That...

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Last night rolling over in my bed
with drooping eyes and racing mind
I boarded a train of random thoughts.
Only to find millions of flashes
that I couldn't get hold of.

Memories, conversations, moments,
my mind was flooded,
I couldn't remember...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm,
Up the sky of our newborn town,
Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn,
Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm;

We closed our ears to the weeping sky,
Even when the cloud...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm,
Up the sky of our newborn town,
Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn,
Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm;

We closed our ears to the weeping sky,
Even when the cloud...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm,
Up the sky of our newborn town,
Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn,
Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm;

We closed our ears to the weeping sky,
Even when the cloud...

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"The core of knowledge is love"
Satha Sai Baba

This dark November night
in New England
has come but midway

I, not so bright,
have given in
without a fight
to insomnia.

Above the small round yellow light
on my factory 48-pane window ledge
overpowering my...

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Polish Your Bomb
Oh how mighty and special they are!
Hail thee to our lovely bombs!
Hark to the power of the bomb
Our own bombs that we love and desire

Situated in our homes to keep us safe
Located in...

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rain hitting the asphalt, the cracking concrete, water weaving
its way down the overpass. Residents cover up with plastic,
a conflagration of yellow light on garbage bags
hitting tree tops, branches, leaves old and new. Boughs
sagging with the...

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I have vanished into portals of eternal light.lifted by pulchritudinous beams of mighty wisdom.Granted a wind lifted seat,made with yellow light.A cloud lifted palace, crowned by benign angels.With aggressively shimmering chips of gems ,stuck submissively...

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I remember a day I smiled at her
And she smiled back
That was miles away
down the road
We parted there
And I came back
to find her long gone
No trace, no note, no sign
I wondered if she
had hesitated before...

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Morning begins,
not with the fresh promise of a new day.
Instead,
the air is thick with promise and fear.

The sun shines bright.
Its rays only a fraction,
a spattering of pink and yellow light.
This morning is cold.

The day begins...

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Greeted by the multi-lit display
draped over the hedges
and the railing of our front porch,
the brilliant lit Christmas tree
winks at us, welcoming us home
from the Christmas Eve Mass.

You settle comfortably in your chair
as I walk into...

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The beautiful day begins in the house.
At the end of it, all that’s left of it is the moon,
Shimmering in all the night’s light.
A door to another world opens.
The only movement is a page turning...

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I have spent my whole life loving others, 
but receiving very little love in return. 
There were a few times when I thought that the person 
I was with loved me, but time always had...

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New York Stanza
The night is dark and wet, street lights
Have no purchase on the empty street beneath;
Only the soft glow from the tenement windows 
Gives form and perspective to my view.
From a half open window...

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Early in the day o’er in Eastern sky
Dawn comes, then sunrise =
Morning comes over the horizon
Into a new day filled with surprise
Standing in the country garden
While the grass is moist with dew
Pink roses emit their...

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My Friend Pine Tree 

Away, quite away from my nearby Allen Forest
One day I was moving on a hill top 
On a Himalayan mountain hill
I found myself standing 
Before a beautiful and majestic Pine tree

The...

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I flip the history of Bojangles
On a cool Sunday evening
Los Angeles coming down
A flow of oboes breathing
Through the lung of the street
The hobo not stopping for air
Fingers moving in a dance
Across the strings of consciousness
Milking...

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Got yourself some new wheels, huh?
I can hear the squeals of rubber burning
I cough exhaust…left behind, oh gosh! I’m holding just a pile of dented fenders…
suspended… Your bucks spent. Engine Red..that foreign bred truck! 
Snap,...

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Don't, then.
If you don't love me the stars will no longer be flickering fairy dust 
just dots of light that I can't comprehend. 
If you don't love me the ocean will not play it's violin...

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A small patch of earth 
Is all I need 
I can be fed and feed 
I'll grow lettuce and colorful illusions 
I'll grow the kind of strawberry that chases after you
giggling so hard

How about mangos...

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What do you dote on?
Who do you dote with, if anyone?

"Dote" is an old-time word for ruminate,
to dwell on and within,
to become absorbed by and with.

Then there is also "antidote".

Let's imagine that our massive events...

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Waves of invisible noise rise and sink
As quick as your heartbeat,
And as slow.
Your beauty grows day by day,
And I like to think that you know exactly who I am,
And your smile for me, is not...

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