Short Proscribed Poems

Embrace
the moment
forever alive

Hell
freezing over
— damnation proscribed 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
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The foolish rules reign
Enemy kingdoms
Separating a 
Love that bloomed between
A king and a queen

Years passed leaving
Deep planted roots
Fueling a
Proscribed passion

Until one
Tragic day
Frustrated

Lovers
Tasted 

Bane

4-10-2016...

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The night is warm and her flowers in bloom
A chance to dispatch our covid’d gloom;
Old friends together, our drinks too well known
A chance to catch up instead of alone.
 
Each chair is placed at the distance proscribed
And each wears a mask as our hostess advised,
Surely, covid here has no chance to spread,
Though no one can hear a word that is said....

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“It’s almost time,”
  the Angel said

Last image dancing,
  in my head

“The gate unlocked,
  the pearls alive”

Both wings she opened,
  time proscribed

“Just one look back,”
  I asked in vain

“All past is gone,”
  her voice proclaimed

“Your place awaits,
  all time rescinds

My wings your gift,
 —now fly within”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)...

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DNA 
is ubiquitously democratic 
fertile plutocracy.

Junk DNA
is our stuff of potentially active imagination,
where most of life's drama and blissful wealth
emerges eisegetically lived and dreamed,
planned and ruminated
and sometimes even cooperatively designed and loved,
where time can flow backward
as well as forward
so identity could be any nomial
choosing to love you binomially,
as DNA has not proscribed....

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The loud threats on the doors inscribed 
Were from a Union just proscribed
For struggles it bloodshed prescribed,
And for them four Networks subscribed.

A group the men on top proscribed
But still with men she neatly bribed
And to them The Cheating described...

A clique the falsest strength ascribed,
Though parading some fierce scribes,
A lot profiting from mere vibes...

Her threats on doors in each walking street 
Merely breathing the Vainly Sweet...

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Virtual 2050 reality ...
synapses no longer fire
they've begun to retire
into encrypted text
programmer proscribed
in the language of math.
Plasma screen progress
as hands are no longer held,
nor mouths touch.
No waists are clasped in a lover's embrace,
only eyes on pop-up menus that hover in space
spewing entertainment in a
containment of the species.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspired by the novel, "Daemon"
                                           by Daniel Suarez...

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