Short Grained Poems

I fell asleep in a bread box
filled with musty, fusty rocks
rye and wheat
        whole-grained loaves
pumpernickel
        from the village stoves

once hot;
          now cold

the Baker's life untold....

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Gently, 
the maple's 
veined hydra of a
tounge stretches out 
in fall to taste the midday 
mist, to sate its chronic thirst.
How like a baby in its mother's arms
is this rough-grained senior clothed in bark....

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There is a monster in Loch Ness
Which has been seen, more or less
And tourists flock with cameras zoomed
To be quite expensively roomed
And even if the photo shows a grey, grained blotch
At least the bar sells a lot of Scotch....

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brash waves of ocean
glitters sparkling in the sea
they rise like a man!

white sands at the beach
the huge-grained dreamy castle
eaten by the waves.

the sun shines so bright
matches to perfect blue skies
birds went to parade....

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As my body stoops with age,
youth lulls upon the page

Where words forever young,
cry willful to be sung

As daylight quickly passed,
I greet night a friend at last

With memories deeply grained
—reborn in verse again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)...

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As my body stoops with age,
youth lulls upon the page

Where words forever young,
cry willful to be sung

As daylight quickly passes,
I greet night a friend at last

With memories deeply grained
—reborn in verse again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)...

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H- hide behind Hot Coffee
O- offer and sit beside and Enjoy
T- talk and find delight with
 
C- coffee cup from which I sip
O- overture of digestion very quick
F- feeling better and here I sit
F- forensic negative in a pith
E- easy place for a donuts to dip
E- ergonomic well grained hit...

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the common stone is useful 
though others seem to mock
praising up their special gems
not solid as a rock

there we have the flowers
for everybody's needs
though holding all together
is solid rock and weeds

solid rock and weeds
useful coarse-grained grit
turning soil fertile
yet, he is not worth it....

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ENGRAVISTA 
en relief
 intaglio planar
grounded
  spur-like aquinted
grained
 messaging
of defined
    contour
       en register
meshed
  toothed
       burnished
         etched
dry painted
  playground
in stippled
     precision
 stopped out
    imperious
       masks
dense& painterly
serigraphs...

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St. Lawrence river in the spring 

when a lake makes the ocean its' dream

shallow ice and sand bend the wind

the twigs begin to twitch and spin

sandwiched like a water gin

buds burn through the fragile skin

never is there  amendment 

sloughed grained signals silently sent 

as vast white  feathers float to shore....

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There is so strongly grained in me
some ideas like saying “no” just
saying “no” to certain propositions,
my Catholic upbringing, or upbringing
in common with inclination.  I have not
been so nice as to say no to everything,
not very nice at all, but when I do say
that’s said and no more discussion.
I’ve decided, and that’s enough reason
to say “no, I won’t do that at all.”...

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My beloved tekeli pitha!
They are rice cakes from Assam.
They are made by steaming them in a kettle (I call tekeli) lid.

Tekeli pitha 
or
Kettle cake
tint of jaggery 
making love with crushed coconut 
cloak in grained rice
and spell of sesame seeds 
steam and serve me
i tucked into the pithas in my kitchenette 
I live with the aroma here in Assam
I carry the recipe to you there in London...

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was cursed with 
the reverse 
Midas touch 
got to greedy 
got to complacent
lost focus of 
what was important
took for grained 
what was right in front of me
I just wanted more 
I just wanted it all 
but by taking my 
eye's of the price 
the complete
total opposite
effect  occurred 
causing what i 
desired to slip out 
of my grasp 
turning dreams
turning hopes 
turning relationship
into a 
pile of shit
upon the floor...

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The scarlet wolves followed.
Their light came from the trees,
the roots constantly changing.
Flowing towards the pulse of their grounds,
Rifts of the stream come closer.
Gifts of fruit for the red stained flood,
Nature’s favored breath controls thee.
Grained in the sediment, the wind no longer blows 
For the breath has reached its peak.
Sweet born children run through its mother,
While she guides them to their place,
While the scarlet wolves followed the stream...

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