pretend it's a poem
...
as chopsticks for soup
like a monkey eating scotch bonnets
you have to want it
good luck is a myth
thin as a Theban cookie
as your skin if you don't get it
checked-off triggers in ac...
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Categories:
thurible, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Rebirth of the Third Angel
...A body abandoned
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside
still aches to meet its last beat
and a free spirit yearns for a winged monarch moment
to fly in the spirit of f...
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Categories:
thurible, angel, beauty, butterfly, death,
Form: Free verse
The Black Cross
...Silver and gold in a black Pellegrina cape
He moved like a bat flapping to escape
The thurible swinging as the smoke trailed out
His words floated across the congregation in a shout
The altar b...
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Categories:
thurible, religion,
Form: Ballad
Remains
...The thurible swings
tufts of incense dually cross
the four winds converse
darkness etch my bones
he is home...
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Categories:
thurible, death of a friend,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Before the Beginning
...before the beginning,
aches burnt slow fuses
in blood shrapnel'd fog,
salted feet tread spattered rain,
as men held spent while veiled mothers wept;
growth rings sat lonely on soot tarnished wal...
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Categories:
thurible, war,
Form: Free verse
The Clueless Poet
...They dance.
They tantalize.
They titillate the upper reaches of my mind,
where marvelous and airy things assemble
just to mock my consciousness
as if to throw an acorn down and laugh
to see if I resp...
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Categories:
thurible, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse