Sorry Mystery Poems

Fangs sink in through the skin
clawing my grin no one foresaw.
No one foresaw the misery
I'm not sorry for the mystery
held in me. I'm not sorry
for...

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Was it last year, or yesterday?
Old Totem asks Taboo
Who ordered orchestra to play
Was it myself or you?
We never ever ordered that
Replied to this Taboo
But they...

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He got buried six feet under
No eyes to see the thunder
He has no heart to feel sorry
He has no soul to feel any worry
He simply...

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Why I am here? There’s no answer..
Cause no one can hear what I say
At least on a superficial glance
It’s all God’s inscrutable ways
But I sense...

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CONVERSATION

Tell me Polly, what does it say?
Well, I’m not sure I wish to share
Please, I never receive letters
Ah, I’m sorry for you, Leila
Oh, Polly, is...

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I love reading fun books
Life is in the pages
Humor~tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Book slips down to my lap
Dreamland I am headed
Pages coming to life...

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Let’s go visit the Bermuda Triangle of New Jersey someone said.
The place where many missing boaters are found enormously dead.
Twenty-six people have disappeared in the...

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The best poetry stays silent and deep
It cries for attention below still waters
Each one melting into oceans weeping

I still fish poorly in infinity’s pool
With no...

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THE CARE OF A ROSE
(A Crash Course)

Lesson One
(Undone)

Today we begin
Not a sin
Not to know
Roses grow
(Who will sow?)
*
A knot
A vine
A pass
In time
(Who will go?)

It starts with...

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"Triptych: The Haunted Emerald Windows" 


a story 
in 3 parts 
affixed to a wall

2 of the pieces 
fold 

left and middle
hidden 

the right 
plays part

of...

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"A Game of Snakes and Ladders"

It’s like a game,
a game of 
Snakes
and Ladders,

some spend their lives
climbing ladders
up the corporate sticks
sliding all the way 
back down...

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Do we break the mirror of life,                  ...

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When death, like silence 
Creeps into or sleepy lives

We feel the moorings untie 
The threads that tangle our lives

We feel the currents of emotion upend...

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To the love of time 
Which never reach it's prime
Moving forward and backward
More in a dazzling zig-zag inward

To the purest expectation
With little or no adaptation
Filming...

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Sitting here watching TV about the Sherlock Homes tales,                 ...

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