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Best Poems Written by Tulloch Cloherty

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Nyc Walls

the humid thick air of a July 10 evening 
streets of new york city in july
heat that invites two wretched souls
into the beatnik hall

coffee pouring- smell of tobacco burning
a squares  mistake of showing up and thinking he is in paris because the men with their 
old ladies berets are donned and wearing the personality of that such cat
sunglasses omitting the last of the natural light through that lone large pane of glass that outlooks the street ad the lamps illuminate

the death of the smoke will not kill them tonight
there bodies are still young and lean
they think their destiny is darkened as misplaced tweeners

 movement of the fan of iron and tin blowing across the floor of tables and mugs
its cooling methods of no use and remorse it just keeps turning those fans no grateful 
no on caring.

black girl sitting alone at a table in the corner trying to blend into the corner that gives dark not to be seen by her last lover as he runs his hand through the golden hair of latest old lady 

white guy standing at the rear not more of two feet from the girl in the corner his eyes seething with his lost love sitting with the mature black fellow with the eyeglasses and sharp goatee running his hand through that golden hair. 

the tow of them strangers since her time here, depart different doors broken hearts.
evening of walking for them both one walking one way the other another.

but that cool wind of the river is a non-conforming consoler of the two he leads them down to dark waters illuminated before the blue clear water.  Suddenly one pair of eyes meets with the other.

attraction of the two as no other that have both felt.
one walks over to introduce to the other 
which one it never mattered 
their eyes meeting souls touching
wounds of the heart healing

doors to the homes of separate houses reopened with new vista of a greater American journey







my beatnik attempt

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Water and Stone

I saw the touch of the water w/ in the stream pass by the stone rooted within the stream, which flowed peacefully through the green forest.
A brief encounter one shaping the other in the the cosmic story of eco-life.

Water passing the stone by taking its minerals while shaping the stone with its gentle carve. 

the stone eases the flow of the ripple of water to a different path within the stream the water journey's the stream.

Brief in time to the cosmic clock the shaping of water and stone.

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Starboard Side

Starboard Sight 

I stand on this vessel watching stars rise to await the moon .
The sun treads toward the another tropic at the other side of earth.
Dusk and Day greet each other once again crossing friendship and then bid goodbye.
My heart is touched by this ongoing bond that shall cross eternity.

Calm waters touch my vessel the sail is lowered, I have casted anchor to the ocean floor.
I am steadfast in my position starboard side .
Tartan blue night, moon rises to shine over the Dolphins home.
I am man whose ocean waters  is my spiritual home.

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A Field of Mother Nature

I walked upon the trail and came upon your field of beauty.

I stopped to touch your blossoms in my hands to know your life giving nourishment. I thought the sky unending graced my heart with your beauty.

Kneeling at your flower I dared to touch with my lips to understand the nature of bees love of flowers.

I walk within this field of your beauty for the rest of my days exploring the life which you give to me and others.

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Orion

As I look upon the sky 
I see Orion the hunter in the sky
The stars of metal brightly shine
Once the hunter of a mighty nation.
Now just  a six star constellation.

Writing this poem years ago, 
that my father looked upon and spoke favorably so 
original tribute to Orion, I cannot find.
Here is my effort to recall what once spoke through my mind.

I am pursue those lines that came to me once true and tried
I will remember my Father's Pride.

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Distance

could  the wind be my hands 
for you since the distance between us does not reach

would you let the rain be my tears of happiness 
for when I think of you

could the rays of sun give in morning touch the earth 
to nourish all that is beautiful around you

would you you look into a stream where you see your reflection 
understand why I see you as beautiful

Can I look upon a nest I see  in a tree branch, remind of the safe haven you gave to someone young who required shelter.

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Do Not Leave April

An April Remembered


Do not depart us April.
Cold winter, an unforgiving March that strode as a Lion from beginning to end.
Let me thank you first.
Flowers white as the clouds in our blue, our grass is green equal to an isle.
Purple and pink flowers splendor/.
Indigo in some field quietly illuminating the eye.
Red Roses and Yellow striving to bud.
The Orange decoration of the Sun paints a sky with unending beauty.
Stay a longer April you are warm enough for me. 
I welcome your rain. 
Your crisp wind with a bite of rebirth.
Drive home my trip is met with blue and white and all the colors of nature. 
A long winter yielded as a Spring stood.

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Loss

I write with no intended form. 

I write to exercise my soul, I encourage all of you to do as well. 

Loss

Have you ever experienced Loss and found that you were actually victorious. 
You carried guilt and depression and braced to your soul.
And the stand taken by the weary soul the day you said  conform not to the mass populace that race to the table of acceptance.

Shedding the titles and reputation bore upon your person by others, humanity is restored to self. You lost all those around you, and found you won.


from the author: explore from within as literary yoga to stretch my mind and exercise my psyche. I have become my own man with a proper journey.

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Clueless In Blog Help

went looking to a build a  blog a symbol thing and not hard.
but people today that killed customer service cannot pour water into glass without telling you about the glass was made.

can anyone just give a direct answer do you realize that the internet and phone make face time impossible and no responsibility 


why does the youth of today building web design continue to step on its dick ? because they have lost the ability for human contact as easy as shaking hands or pouring water into a glass.