Beach Psychological Poems

A very fine line...

Pulling and pushing.
Certain or not?
Real or fake?
Tangible or imaginary?
Confused or sure?
Do or don't?
A storm.
An oasis.
A tsunami.
A river.
A whirlwind.
A beach.
To trust or not?
To...

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Rebel/artist/slave, a long, long, near lone life spent swimming against

a bourgeois tide, he makes shore one last time, drags himself back 

onto the beach: a...

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Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche,
unkept promises smother the rays of fading hope, 
unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind,
life then turns into...

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White dunes fluttering sands
in the heart delusional disappointments
in my world it was the edge of time
since you left in an april
this and everything on this...

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my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow...

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As long shadows flew out before me
Like raven swings, fluttering
Stiff, gentle winds carry 
Winters chill not far behind

Sun-lit cars are all in sharp relief 
Setting...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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Shadows stretch out across this lost highway. 
Cool winds dance dying leaves as the sunsets cast.

At the edge of sky, hues of gold and Crimson...

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Amber moon over endless seas
warm breezes caressing
Green sweet grass nodding into the brisk air
gulls nest, fires dot the beach
figures rushing hand in hand
Along the reach

the...

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QUESTIONS


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“Tamam Shud”



Handsome comes
as handsome goes

forgotten
not missed

lies waiting 
intestate 

a code
undeciphered 

Mystery in the end - 
far more interesting 

answers calling
something whispers:

"Death -
open gate ...

Come in"

(LadyLabyrinth...

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The shrill sounds in the night surely came from
My dream, or my sick psyche, I’m unsure.
Whichever, I awoke pantomiming
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine.

I desperately needed to...

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Retirement from community development,
facilitating cooperative economic justice
in this post-millennial time of climate crisis,
feels like being put out to pasture
with the rest of us toothless and...

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'I left my dreams in the sand...
On a beach, named Weirs
With a plight of distaste...
...and, one more demon for each freckle on Her face'

The smoke...

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Pebbles

Thoughts are merely pebbles
Being gently washed by a passing stream.

You are the stream.

Thoughts are merely pebbles on a beach
Being gently rounded by crashing waves.

You are...

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