Long Amnesia Poems

Bright lights, big city...
bright lights, big city dreams...
please just take me away tonight
Let me rest on your elegance tonight
I have no energy left to spend in reality
so please knock me unconscious
just to be in the...

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This is how it starts
the decline of who we are, the decline of something more
the start of wars
Installed in us is confidence
confidence, a blessing or a curse
Without confidence we stand degraded, disenchanted, alone
while with too...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from...

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STOLEN ILLUMINATION OF THE STAR

This journey has not been a fanciful adventure, 
we're all settlers in  these dynasty of neo-colonialism 
united only by what divides us. Victims, yes 
victims of civilized inducement, 
terms of...

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Line of inquiry:
"here I am in human form
but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions I definitely know"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I live in a world of dreams.
Since the...

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Double Set Up


The first lump was the scariest in 1983.
 I had found it in the shower.
 Two other major surgeries I've already had that very year.
 I was thirty three.
 A mammogram back then...

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*** Lunacy Loo Flies ***


Beauuty, in a creature from
Among the most high;
In rythmic song while in her flight 
Witnessng the realities and fancies
Circling the clouds — 
Proud of her ancient, legendary form, gone

lost into that...

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Sometimes I...sometimes I wish I could combust
burst into flames, spontaneously erupt; magma
Sometimes I...
sometimes I just wish emptily, heavily
I was someone else, something better
but all the wishing I do
there's not a single one that will bother...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty
immortal in it's protection of this pristine...

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Bartender Oh Bartender
(a stout rendition of O Captain! My Captain!
Perfect rhythmic rhyme with tonic 
when the doth ale).

Mine eyes espy the glory per the ending 
of another work day beckon Baileys Irish Creme
with Absolut certainty...

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If I told you would you listen 
If i told you would you perceive me as a monster 
If I told you would you go and judge 
My unborn beautiful daughter 
I'm warmhearted 
With the...

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cocoa powder puffs
for velvet truffle cheeks...
chocolate blush

sunny yolk says hi
butter gives an oozing hug--
bitter choc just melts

mmm, good, just so good
chocolate tickles tongue...
happy throaty slide

messy brown fingers
hot weather melts bittersweet--
oh! just lick them off

no more...

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but this is certainly not intended
to be an instrument of terror
except maybe for the habitual
who are out for my blood
and from whom I am occasionally rescued
speaking of which
it looks like time for my fairy godmother's...

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part 25

there is enough pretense to deal with
when the future delivers
disappointment after disappointment
and the roles you play become stale
and you cling to the trend in the graph line
breathing without permission
and noticing that what goes in...

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you don't like me...and that's ok
you need your comfort zone in tact
and so you keep away
passionately intense people
can make life a little messy
blood bath of emotions
on display
night or day
It's ok

Never thought you had it in...

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If I walk across scolding coals, does that make me unstoppable
If I steal metaphors, does that make me a mastermind UN-robbable?
That's improbable, but it's not impossible for the phenomenal,
Call me Skitzo, I'll shatter monk monastery...

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I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959. ...

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"Give Me Your Tired"   posted 7 Jun 2021

i'd join the morning person's club     except their meetings start before noon

early to bed, early to rise     makes...

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He's got a big ego,
he keeps offending people,
he scoops the same scoop,
and round and round we loop,
until the bubble pops
and the world sees him flop,
reject the rude,
deflate your ego,
swearing kills the mood,
you able?

I'm getting too...

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Dear 2020!

This Poem was Inspired by an Acknowledgment that this Past Year Was Difficult or Tough, That I Don't have All of the Answers, But I Serve a God Who Does. That I Did Have...

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Yesterday I saw you standing there at the curb  

With her , The woman you chose to invade our world 

Breaking every single promise you vowed to me in pride 

Every word I held...

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She was a tiny angel of a woman
mindlessly moving, in a chemical faze
her heart baracaded, tormented
from her long, lonely days 
while dancing on the edge of a pin.

Dreaming images with her feet, twirling
oblivious on a...

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Liberty, Equality and Fraternity, three precious ideals, blinded by the darkness of xenophobia.
 The Republic, democracy and human rights are the pillars of a just society, but in the depths of Marianne, their fragility reminds...

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Once upon a time
In a vast kingdom of Modern land
Oddly not in a far far a way suburban
Was there a pretty girl
Prettier than the Venus, some claimed
Softer than petals of rose, maids alleged

She was skinny,...

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America was born in protest violence,
but Lady Liberty now has
postpartum memento — 
A colonial, hypocritical condition called:
Revoltee Protestation Amnesia

Wavy umbilical vanished memories,
of destructive actions   ~   Terrible justification deeds
needed to break the...

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