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Lee Yokel Poem
Star
The tiniest of elements; our fusion is a must
To blaze across the empty space and illuminate the dust
Radiation beams
Winds of change unseen
Mutations we can trust
A giant and a dwarf, across the vast expanse
We swirl around each other, a spatial growing dance
A billion lights
Infinity sights
In just a brief romance
To blaze away in infamy
Forever and a day
A beacon in the darkness; I always lead the way.
July 6, 2020
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The clear patina of corrosion
A signature required to reveal
The airtight seal, broken
Confused, this happened
Cuddled whispers
Subconscious denial
Attach responsibility
Surprise
Contort the truth
Align
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Sting
Strolling along the sandy beach
The tide is far and away
I cannot glance into the sky, so blue and bright that day
Lit upon the grainy sands
Sucking from below
Quenching the tiniest of thirsts, just along the row
My sandals left behind
For a lovely natural abrasion
Callouses aside by a softer, watery fashion
Camouflage and coloring
While sipping sweet relief
There is no buzzing from below, or as I place my feet
The sounds I make that crack the heat
While hopping all around
Come forth from the tiniest of beasts, who simply defends its ground
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Clean and minty
Plump pink or receding
Capped, implanted, or real
A whistle through gaps
Metal brackets and stretchy rubber bands
Drool on a white cotton pillow case in the dead of night
Twitchy lies and storied gossip, save,
For a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
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Eleanor. Who was she?
A spinster. Quiet, aloof, alone.
Well-known yet stealing away to the recesses of her singularity.
An old maid.
One who navigates through the motions of life.
Solace or sorrow who would know?
Sung to the world yet unknown.
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Imagine Me
Short and mousy
Glancing through a window
The party is inside and yet standing on the outside
The soft face whom someone stops to ask directions
But the wrinkled smile dismissed instead for the younger, trendy smirk
Hiding in solitude to be neither, walking away from the window.
09.14.19
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The feelings of my attraction were so obtuse.
I knew he wouldn’t pick me, indigent, without foundation.
How could I convince him he needed to know me?
Any wrong move could be seen as egregious even if authentic.
It was a delicate matter.
How could I approach?
I would have to love from afar.
Consecrate with faith.
Hope for someone to mediate our introduction and,
Pray for his awakening.
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Halloween Moon
Just one night.
I get my way.
It’s okay to wish ill of the living and ill of the dead.
I smile at the grey craters.
They beam back at me.
Then my ill conceived wishes are granted.
Three wishes allowed.
Each lasts the year.
Ill gotten means to ensure karma is secured.
First, to the dead.
I stare in the grave.
An ill mannered soul suffers their regrets.
Second to the living.
I insist on pain.
A sweeping ill-fated failure because I hold a grudge.
Third, to me.
Cold shadows surround.
The gift of three more ill-wishes come the fullness again.
I am nervous. The sky is full of bright, drab light.
It grows in size to envelop the space behind the dark trees.
I thank it for the illness and wait until it shrinks away.
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Old Scribe
Dry and pointed, it bleeds nothing.
Scratch, scratch, scratch, it tears the paper.
Clang, it hits the bottom of the trash bin.
She frowns and retrieves it.
Licks the end and dabs the well.
The knobby fingers gracefully draw it across the page.
It bleeds freely in the eloquent strokes on the parchment.
July 10, 2020
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