Long Penumbral Poems

He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be...

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This Poem was submitted for the poetry contest "Jamie's interesting contest 1" sponsored by Jamie Pan, for theme #6. Reflections in a window.

Once while my mind was drifting through a cafe fenestration,
Whence my cappuccino cup...

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The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and...

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The horsemen have arrived     on their menacing 
              mares.         ...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose 
stimuli towards 
glassy manipulations
of blood-fragranced sun. 

Everything that is 
sown...

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Angels and demons have fought inside my warring mind,
Battling between light and shadows in a penumbral bind.

Coruscating clashes of such a photon fury,
Divided myself into two, one calm, one worried.

Eight long years since I've tried...

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Once the dark of dilated pupils eclipsed my saffron sanguine irises,
Sucking the luminescent astral soma as does a tonsil to a virus.

A face of a phantom doth float in the folds of the frigid night,
Scowling...

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The horsemen have arrived on their menacing mares,
Whose stiletto-hoofed horseshoes click-clack on an achromatic static; 
Silent staccatos inside an ultraviolet light.

As vidalian-dampened eyes drip viridian veneers before the mounted steeds,
And embrocations of nuclear infernos' fumes...

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Along the stretch of an alley etched in cracked cobblestone,
Walks a conquered weary swain besides his penumbral casted clone.

Onwards he treads towards the recycled mill of a matted ride,
As calcitrated gravel pebbles are tumbled by...

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Inside an empty and abandoned ballroom of a massive sunken ship,
Ghosts waltz within the memories made before the ship had tipped.

Swirling in pairs of males and females with arms locked in languid rhythm,
'Neath hanging chandeliers...

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The wind, careless in its airy freedom,
Feverishly furrows the prairie grass.
With a cry like a lost spirit, it winds
And wails through leafless trees and toothless fence
To vent its eager force upon the boards
Of a lonely,...

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If I were a painter, no not that kind
But I am kind as I let you crack into a crevice in my warm-blooded heart,
I would pick up those brushes and paint your flesh as a...

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Absent any arrogant disdain and curses 
O where are the oracles of oblivion?
Were they transformed into scattering electrons, 
Doomed to roam a panoply of multiverses? 

Will black holes pull such souls into witless demise,
In a...

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Have you ever lived in a daymare?
Where terrors do come true,
Trapping you in a haunted lair,
In which you're stuck in a gruesome glue.

Heavier and heavier gravity grabs me down,
And ghouls and ghosts surround my aura,
Trapped...

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Sitting in silence 'neath cellar ceilings,
Creeping creeks crack in corners' crevices,
Whose acoustics are brushing my feelings,
With suggestions in sounds of a presence.
"Who goes there?" I demand inside my head.
As movements pussyfoot in penumbral
Waves inside the...

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Winter’s shadow begs for more,
Creeping towards the tide of penumbral shores.
Whispering in the frost of its breath,
It sighs recognized in the face of its death.
As each heave pushes lessening air from its lungs,
Whose emptying catacombs...

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