Short Repository Poems

The Wardrobe.
shrine of memories,
disguise dressing room...
Guards my life
daily,
festive,
funeral...
Each outfit a character....
A cross-dressing artist,
but never repository
of me... naked... natural!...

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For no crime,
I was sentenced
To four years
Repository of knowledge,
With hard labor


Five years of sentenced served,
I peeped into morrow, 
Hoping to be free 
Like the caged bird, 
But it seemed today 
Would never come!...

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M: Methodology
O: of
T: treatments
H: humoresque
E: etymology
R: repository.
Mum, you are only one you tolerated pain of my birth.
Related ideology is a passage of love and enjoyable myth.
A cycle of growth, you and me and me and you are all kith,
Over the centuries, a male and female has time swathe....

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the unconscious a source of images&action  in disguise& gesture with slips of tongue interpreted with simile& metaphor of  libidinal desire listening to the unsound  made loud out of view of id&ego impulses exposed as universal symbols in  the repository of memory by the fiction of  dream&myth transitioned  into the realm  of reality...

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.
A
Re
Turn.
Drop 
Reward
Trophies
Accolade
Affirmation
Expectation
All applause
Re
Run
Train
To live
To give 
In
To
The
Seed
Return
Reward
Accolade
Applause
A dissolve
Stay there
 Stray not
 return to
  Home
  drop
   In
 to
The
Source
The store
Repository 
It contains
The seeds
Seasons
and the
Crop....

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     The butterfly pauses on a sunny
     rock.
     Warmed by God's breath and touch.

     Then in winged ecstasy, begins his day
     Exquisitely, in monarch butterfly way.

      Just....to be sailing is his glory.
      He needs no reviews....as...
      Perfection is his repository!


                  4/6/2023

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Boxed In

An unassuming, stone cold Ossuary !
In this place, the bones of my Soul lay .
Them - my spirit will carry
into a void, a black hole - to stay
for all of enternity -
that seems to be - fate for me
a repository
where one may find the story
of all -
who, with loves lost - suffer - no glory
as we await the call .

B. J. "A" 2
February 21st 2012...

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dreary eyed, musky languor- tassels tight
a loose walk paraded by looser convictions
an acquaintance of that sad, lowly height
that alluded odysseys and several hymns

open window, surely dries out the stink
encroached in the room shadows and fleas
the zeitgeist of this area; to even think
flowers and dewdrops burly trees; to seize
the thought, it lingers, but only so little
too soon, to even land a misty eyed dream....

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reality dawns 
   in my mind
a thread 
 runs through reason

a repository 
& reference point 
in imagination’s flight
seeing what’s there to see

a single tree in the forest
 of my mind’s eye
a  defining moment 
 inner feelings fly free

seeing things in reality
sharing the intimate 
every ready to explore
 the pathos of life

Who will deliver me
from this lonely path
talking writ aloud
 to please myself...

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Is there always one verse
  you still have yet to write

 And if not—what’s the point
  of it all

Are you the repository of
  all you have felt

Or the dealer and merchant
  of lies

Are your thoughts tattooed onto
  your immortal soul

With your feelings exposed
  or held back

Are the words disconnected
  from the ink in your veins

Do you live within
  all that you’ve said 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)...

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The weeping came late
After we lost the pearl of heart
With the cruel twist of fate
Death arrived and made us part.
 
Voices cry when anguish dictates,
The unheard, unanswered repository.
Where the cold wind breathes
A message exhales into the foggy fray.
 
Sadly, beautiful I remember the day,
Freedom is the essence of despair,
We were sad when you went away,
Delirious and unaware.
 
How time releases the brave soul
And gave joy to the eyes of the world...

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