Long Unpaved Poems

Whether you have come to possess this compendium of doggerel confessions by chance or by choice, should you decide to venture beyond this page, I politely suggest you consider the contents to be nothing more...

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A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a...

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Winter has blemished my skin 
leaving deep wounds inside 
there is still no sign of spring
but joy was overflowing within.

I took an afternoon stroll along a quite path 
searching desperately for a new start
the sun...

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Black market product truckload ... 
illegal cargo of tax-free merchandise,
and plenty boxed liquor of trouble
Leather clad tattooed dirty violet blonde
riding shotgun,
with a Rambo knife hugging her thigh
In the cab backseat
sit two mountain men beastie boys
strapped...

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Around the corner 
Of the unpaved driveway
Was a claustrophobic shack

The front door 
Was once a cherry red
Like his father's 1968 Cadillac

My car door 
echoed 
As my heels stumbled across the driveway

Caught my balance on the...

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Time is your only friend,
That stays with you from beginning to end.
An immortal guide for your immortal life,
On this very short little ride.

From the womb to the tomb,
Just a short put to doom.
Spanning the years,
Flames...

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There goes the man that the town calls EL TORO;
they call him THE BULL for he is six feet and five inches tall, 
three hundred and sixty nine pounds,
he did not have to fear any...

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Are we not flesh?
with scars of the heart?
Needing are we
to confess our
darkness?
As it is foretold
Darkness was upon
the deep
Ether, and 
Thought became Word then Sound
Then came light.

Are we embraced
by Seen and unseen
Forces?
That if we speak
As God...

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Many a poet I know a fool
acting like they know-it-all
many a poet I know a tool
acting like "Mr Poet-all" 
unknowingly showing me 
their knowledge of poetry
has boundaries surrounding
ideas rebounding around 
their impounded grounds 
only seeing...

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I lay my head down to sleep to the calm and peaceful sound of music flowing through the thick trees cruising from the subdivision below my dwelling.The rhythmic sounds of crickets and frogs composed a...

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As I view flat prairie with mountain range beyond, morning sunshine warms me
and I know by afternoon, fierce storms may gather without warning.
I envy not the urban dweller rushing to and fro amidst stark cement...

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Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
 some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
 some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
 others lay in...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my...

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Written: April 14, 2024, For Silent One Forgotten Fields Contest

Rumi Verse: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too...

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Were there no mountains, valley dwelling would be a chore,                        
And were...

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Dear Mr. Know it all,
So u think u kno everything went it comes to love, do u? Like ur some kind of love doctor, who graduated from the clouds of love school. Let me be...

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Where to? Just to walk?
Dressed in long garment like ghost?
A question mark in purse… gold!?

She preferred a walk!
Missed her crooked edgy boat!
Just went to walk down the road…

Looking at picture
In the hands of the painter
Van...

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I walked through a different park this morning,                           ...

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The sky is blue, clear, jovial and ethereal
To welcome with open heart spring which is
So beautiful, fresh, colorful, and at ease
Oh! It’s a reborn again time which is real.

Oh! Friends, it's the most wonderful season
Green...

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Up the hill to my home,
Amongst white pillars,
Gardens with fountains and
Green, green, green,
Sits my house.
Brown, because the paint chipped,
With front steps missing and
Worn shoes by the door.
Passerby’s  remark at the yellow of our grass,
Shudder...

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Sometimes, those difficult road
Will lead you to beautiful places
The opening view receives bad comments
For the road is rocky, unpaved and dusty
Many who travel by are not comfortable
Some hopeless and some wondered why
They travel such misery...

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Harmony Awaits
                   by Odin Roark

So dissonant the surroundings
A world in disarray
Like but a discordant accompaniment
The clamor of...

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The slum that birthed me,
Is where love and loss huddle close, side by side,
Shanty houses crowded, wall to wall,
Yet love’s essence bloomed, unyielding and clear,
Tin roofs, mud walls, unpaved streets, filth embellished in disarray,
In that...

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All the noisy critters, warblers and the morning, young horse rider
have taken with them spring's harmony;
no longer can galloping beats and songbirds make this black, forest
echo with their delightful sounds of felicity; 
winter has indeed...

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Her dried-up withering petals once shone lovely in the golden sun
growing older now in the mirror’s unforgiving reflection.
She’s lingering among the living, as if her life had just begun
though her heart has lost its resting...

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