poems for occasions

8/7/2019 Poems for Occasions

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Primarily I see myself as an essayist and writer of short

stories. I do, however, write the occasional poem, more

often than not because something has profoundly struck

me, or I am frustrated, or sometimes to better understanda topic I am having difficulty with.

For me, writing poetry is the exception, not the rule, and

I am not prolific.

For Nicole (Her Beautiful Mind)

Halves

Have no place.

Whether's

When is, but one

Wondering why

She were not

*HERE*

Fortnight past.

Elegance is

Self-possessed,

Self-paradox:

Nil desperandum


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Surround nihlism

Ere expectation.

**

To a sweet friends evil twin

How we lie

MostIs in the glass-

Unseen selfCast, create

Unsustainable

Because

-ethic-

Know

One cannot

Service

Evil allegory

Or mafiaAnd present but

Ego-selfs

Lip-service to Angels.

**


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Passive-Affection = Passion-Aggression

Dont you think..?

One said.

No, I feel..

Another said.

Insecurity,

Passion-aggressionIs missing

Having been loved-

All success measures

Sole accomplishment

Nurtured image,

Not feeling.

Where is the child?

No love reflects

Passive-affections

Cold desire to be acknowledged-

This trick

Of self in glass is:The thief

Of self at last.

To be loved

For what you are NOT

Could be

The most important thing, so


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Why..

Hate that

Which refusesTo be you?

**

Observing Romance

O bedienceB roke

S ome ones

E ngaged

R elevance-

V icious

I nclinations

N ailed a

G iven

R ecompenceO mitted-

M an isA pox:

N o

C oncern with

E mpathy

&


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R omance politics

U s, is Love Losing

I ncessantly sought

N ever found.

&

R omance had supplanted

A ll

G enuine

E ssentials

&

W hence friend

H ad loved like

Y earning

S evered

H er

E rnest belief

R omance

A ggrieved, saidN o

I nsolent

S elf

B eholden-

E ver

C austic and

A dverse


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U tterly

S ated only

E ros.

R omance

A nd

T he Lie-

S o many loved

R uin

E goD amnation-

U gliness

C apturedE lan

A nd

F ealty

R espect

I nvestment

E thics -all-

N amed:D evotion

T ossed

O ver

N aught

O ther

T hing

H ad

I nvited


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N or

G iven.

**

My Matriarch

I trust without condition

I serve without question

I worship with adorationI lay down my life at her direction.

Her demi-god,She creates in me

One who nurtures and defends her children.

Her lovemaking builds

My transcendence.

Her attention to my creation is;

Generous,

Healing,

Sincere.

Her presence decorates me.Her dignity honors me.

Her faith is my sole reality.

She may destroy me

With a peculiar silence.


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**

Whoever Hedda selects should be blessed for life:

Here, now.

Ere I

Dance w/

Dangers

Aroused

Innocence'

Simplicity recall;

Looking

Over

Verily a sight

Entices

Languid thought

Insists

Now, as

Ever

So dreamt

Suddenly.

Beauty isEthereal wonder incarnate

Your entity

Owns this

Native modesty, a

Demeanor

Returns


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Eternal summer

Childhood, whence

All time warped

Lived multiplicities expression:LOVE

**

Never fall for someone under cover ;o)

Amelie

My Amelie

My beloved Amelie

Master Coward

Master of disguise

Sacrifice she does not respect

Every true love she does reject

My Amelie

So sensitiveShe would bleed to death

From a paper cut

My beloved Amelie

Her only loss is her own

Her self pity is overblown

Master Coward


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She teases quite frequently

A mask covers delinquency

Master of disguise

She lived to serve an agency

In turn attempted to murder me

My Amelie

My beloved AmelieMaster Coward

Master of disguise

How I would she would love me

Severed from her agency ;)

**

Marla was cool but got cold feet..

Marla

Marla is a fiction.Who

In reality

Is

This quick mind

Bright and beautiful


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Dedicated

To worthy cause,

Unflinching.

Marla too,

Makes mistakes, unwitting

She played

A hearts lot

Grasping

Nearly any straw

This reality is,

Has been..Void of that healthy,

And reciprocal love

By

Circumstance requisite:

Brave beauty devoted,

A sidekick rising above

Any fear of death, she says

Im coming

**

This is about illusion


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Dream Disallowed

Dreams domain

Antonym integral,Workfare of desire

Denatured

Appetite illusory

Inter-twine

Perception

Disagreed-

Stranger to the self

Indrawing

Sensation of expectation

Dispensed

Transparencies

Programed propensities and

Perspectives

Demise.

Conformist satisfied solutions

Complacencies

Engaged martyrs

Demand

Proverbial condemnations,


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Pharaphrased evils

Embrace

Devoid,

A Child Id

Subversive

Garden myth

Detract

This god-is-no-god-god

Vindictive, invective

Image man.

Dismissed

Institution of fool,

Creation in fear

Ill gotten

Disillusion-

Project a nameEgo,

Corrupt casting

Discard

Authority-

Lie induced

Where shadow ill defined


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Degenerate

Ere

Voice,Integrity and,

Dreams

Domain

Disallowed.

**

But I am not all about cutting peoples illusions.. mostly

my own.. I suppose I lost this one because I do not fear

to live on the edge..

A Catalan Woman

She will always greet me

And when I speak

It isAs if the universe were opened

Near vertigo

She searches for the words

In my language.


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Her life is

Daydream out-of-doors

She has a certain clatA saleswoman

Her colleagues yield

My presence

Like magic.

I am taken

Aback again

I hesitate, she waits

I return

Returned

I hesitate, she waits

I tell myself I am old.

There is something

Else, then

How do I sayI am afraid

Not in any sense

To know your younger loveliness

It is a matter of another.


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She tells me

Of her costume

Her honest expressionsInteresting face

Eyes alight and

Obvious intelligence

Are direct from the heart.

This Catalan woman

Has honored me

She asked

Will I go

To carnival, she had said

It is a place of gold..

We could not believe our ears.

It is,

I actually said and,

I sensedTo both our dismay

My philosophy:

It is better lonely at home

Than lonely at carnival.


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**

Jonah is not even a good fairy tale, myth, fable or what-

ever.. I can write better than that and so can many of you.

Succinct gets the message across better..

Jonah

Jonah was minding his own business.Nineveh, God said

Speak to Nineveh.

Jonah said:

Screw that,

Those people dont listen.

And God said:

You dont get it, Jonah

So try this:

Burped a Whale

The upchucked JonahWanted a bath, badly.

And Nineveh

Did not necessarily repent

As much as

Not knowing

Their left from right,

In the end


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God felt sorry for their cows.

**

Fear, loathing and ego equal:

Narcissism

Dreams domain derailed:

Seek,

Grasp,Hunger.

Appetites illusion,

Workfares perverse destiny,

Wealths of (un)consciousness,

Peculiar povertys desire.

Perception distanced

Cried out

Remove this portrait!Once housed sensation.

Grievance now ongoing-

No god of empathy

Succors

Projection upon nothing.

Stranger self

Where dream lie


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Trapped

In overture of losing.

Externalized,Vision lost

Essence

Of selfs necessity.

Bleeding wounds projection

Every theft requisite

A nutrientUngarnered.

Myraid the peopleMy specie cling to

In institution

Of empty reaches.

Emptied eyed pennance

Resigned in time inferno,

Each aches' denial

A votive

Maintainance faade,And eternities

Of explanations excuseFruitless labors.

Transparancies programmed,

Prophecies hollowed,

Heavens promise of

Visions emptiedness.


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Sole manifest machination

Discards

Evident reason by

Self guised in scheme.

Disallowed discovery

A nature to deceive

My nature:

Great is the lie.

So transparent,Demised by self embrace

Introspection disallowed and

Detraction from self concealed.

Complacencies devoid

All means and must-

All-in-all possessed:

A vapid self-inherit.

Risen

Vindictive and small and founded

Institution is

Image project:

Creation cast in fear.Shadow ill defined.

Co-induced,

Point of view in glass.

Except lie contrive

Innate, obvious

Disability and


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Degenerate devotion,

Ere this fooled god

GracedPseudo-entity and

Knowing no voice-

Screams in mirror

Ego-birthed

Every vanity

Is silenced sensation.

Speak to me

Destinies mute image,Just desserts endeavor

Desolations

Endowed in each,

Directions

Dividend

Sight

Availed

Self-sightNARCISSISM

The Damned -

Given to self over

In image vesture

Cloaked prayer

Mocks deliverance.

Of bounty partaken


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Vanities dismissing

Every friend,

Foregoes every promise,

Endeavored this insanity

Enabled of self pity,

Framed, accorded,

A relativity.

Racked and pilloried

Devoid, divided,Self defamed self seeks

(naught) but denial.

Provisioned, empowered

A covenant

Of self-sundered (lie)

In lap of dream.

**

I walk, these days, and not only because I am getting old

Now Days, I Walk

What riders entail

No risk?

Check!

Rein the self

In.


23/44

Equestrian transition,

Thunder of hoof

Is butGalloping thoughts.

You

Who love

Horses,

To knowClean air

Rushing

Is

The young hearts,

Look again

A slow walk

Likely

Brings reward

Of safe arrival

AndDestination worthy.

Let the young

Riders

Rush

I desire

To know this flowers beauty

In detail.


24/44

**

Assumption is deadly.. my intelligence is a result of

having been trained by "primitives"

Retort of the Ice Man

To know nothingAnd joke:

He is the Ice Man

Mocks reality unseen.

Fear your shards

Broken mirror

Selves boxed

In Ego

This fear

I see

In failed

Un-slain selves.

WhodDare-risk-break-free

Imprismed

Peoples

These many

Unslain self

Image


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Self

Serving

Collectively imprismedPeoples

Clinging

Each image embodied

In metaphor,

Reflects

Merely

Self-denied-selves-brittle

WhereNatures stone

Is-become-but-thin-glass.

Again and again

-seduced-just-so-

Inorganic agonies

In mirror box of ego;

Cowards

Deferential lies, encounterPreservations illusion

In self-narcissis self

Not only once.

Fear, yes

To release these many

Almost beings, surround

So many self-seen-selfs


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In mirror,

Sentient awareness walled away

Where underlie reflective restlessness.

Cowards cannot scent

Pheromones

Or will image

To be broken when:

Spilt agony

Reflect illusory wound.Casualties none-the-less

Conceal

Needs, wants,

Delicate hand with diamond tip

(but my tool is my Atlatl)

And arms intelligent strength.

Were I to break in,

Self-seen-selves-in-mirror

would you bleed

Like ten thousand shards

As abstracts in image cling.

**

This one missed the opportunity of fifty lifetimes.. (her

or me? you decide)

A Poem for Sue


27/44

Todays sight &

My Immortal Youth

Nuanced, is you:My lasting desire.

I remember

Energy endless and

Tomorrows cares

Were far away

My vanity,

Much foolishness,

Missed pursuits andMy many loves.

Had I known you then

Would it have

Been? Different-

Yes, I am certain.

Intrigue me

These bygone days

Within an innocenceI never knew.

Draped

In pensiveness

These many things

Named ensuing years

Such power!

My immortal youth


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Raw, fearless

Untamed

A godNow knows

(no) myth

Of surrender

For to love is:

Become mortal

For wise is:Become compassion

I desire you no lessDesire unchanged;

Except desire,

Knows now

I bring more

Of me

I know more

Of me

As I perceived-my youth-

FleeHaving:

Found you so lately.

!Fear is

Of missing

With life passing


29/44

Entrenched

Futilities

Find

Fair

And far reaching memories

Seasoned.

RISK again

Any thing

Loves labor is:Risk, risk is:

Youth, Youth fled is:

To know only

Wise desire.

Never-the-less-every

Love-must-be

Risk.

**

In a sense, I believe in angels and the idea we can

communicate. But sometimes you have to draw a line.

The Unbeliever (Santa Fe)

She channels for BALLHOG.

Rapt, the audience waits.

Convulsing slightly


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Her voice lowers.

I fart loudly and laugh.

Moments later

I am walking the street

Alone

After dark.

**

This one, I think, speaks for itself ;o)

To My Congressman

Nicholson is a good actor

I liked his line:

"It pisses me off."

It pisses me off

To thinkThe 'Peter Principle' is true

And it pisses me off

When I think of you

**

Ditto, same as preceding, they are all politicians


31/44

No Fishing!

Hey Pope!

If you wereTo take a cup

In MY house

You will leave

Your shoes outside.

**

This poem could be alternately titled 'A Simple Matter ofRespect.' I think it speaks for itself as well.

Self versus Centered

I want you

Is to say

I do not have you.

You-

Desire unfolding,Is revelation

What shall it mean

? I do not but

! Want

Except to say

I desire.

Implications


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Excel

At malefactor burnished.

That taken,

Possessed, petty

Offending freedom

Takes liberties

To want

Is no damn good, andI did not

Want youEver.

Except

Reciprocity would discover

You

Sincerely.

**

This poem is one I've played with in several forms overtime.. have never really been satisfied with it but .. its

not a perfect world and Im not a perfect poet-

Reeds in a calm

Placed of dreams

Teasing

Across waters stilled.


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In this sight his

Shadow stalks,

In turn,He stalked.

Dreams people laughing

(they are the dead)

Feared lost,

To all his terrors instilled.

The shadow kills

I kill

Turn by turnWe slay and slew

What counsel would settle

A god so mortal vis a vis

One the other,

And:

Man's canon equate

A lie for a lie

RepriseIn death's embrace locked.

Illusion refract

Reeds calling

Will-o-wisp laughs malevolence

Dispelled? Likely not

Where fear underlie anger

Challenged illusion


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Meant delivered upon

Any liberty taken.

Oh God, gods,

Archetype is but

Dreams awakened

Still.

**

This poem is for one of two girls I will never forget from

my childhood, this one was my 'innocent' love, the otherwas not innocent at all...

Shadow in glass

Lori

Stir sleeping embers,

Visions in shift

At masquerade hall,

Of dreamt portal.

Conjured imaginings

-unleavened-Touch prevented by pane,

Windowed loveliness yet

Relative:

Of picture painted past.

Gathered reflection,


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A child's thought embrace

Mystery bridge-

Riveted.However cast,

Is memory

**

Here is a poem about expectations (I've worked a lot onthis theme)

The Lie

They said

practical aspiration

is enduring feature

labor manifest dream

Making change

a nimble wit

wise vendor

hawking ware

How to keep herwarm, dry, fed

securing her presence

his preoccupation

Is she happy

is this dream

is this mundane truth


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without prisoner

And fear, do

secretly hearts yearnquietly assailed, and,

vanquished

Woman or man

woman or gods

created indifference

where his is a small world

His security

damages herdreams escaping

reality divorcing ideal

What false pillar

prop

people dying

even as they live

The living dead

(the damned)wager for the small,

mortal choice

His Herculean construct

dictate dying

even as she lives

in parameters constrict.


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**

This is about a brilliant woman friend who nonethelesscould not give up her projected expectations or demands

of others, subsequently could not find peace within

herself and, consequently battled depression and insanity

Clarity

Clarityin the complex

had become her enemy

Try, try as she might

she found

no end, no beginning

Futility had become her ruler.

To find the grain

and grind it

To bake the cakes

This is alla person

should sometime ask.

**

Here follows the thought: I prefer women less cold these

days ;)


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Statue

Cold marble moves me.Gently my fingers trace

Exquisite lines

Fine features.

Her cold body defies

Heated theme

The swordOf Pallas Athena.

My mind's eye tastesSculpture

The lines

Of her neck

Finely chiseled lips

Awake pheromones

Ancient ambrosias

Of love

Gently tracing fingersPursue

Without end, aboveAgain below

And again around

Seductive curve of hips

Back arched

Breasts high


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Anima of Stone

Alive in my arms

In my mind, a gift

Of Michelangelo...

**

This next is about a fellow Montana Vietnam Veteran

and friend who blew his brains out with a 45 caliber Coltrevolver

'Bill Said Goodbye'

I knew Bill

Ere my Father died

I knew bill

Bill was a solid man

We'd been to war

Bill and I, andWe were angry

For similar reason

I did not drink, Bill did

Yet we shared

Comraderie, we did talk

However in vain

I knew Bill as only


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I could know Bill

I watched Bill

Nearly to his end

Bill carried a mountain

A slowly crushing burden

I did not share

Because it belonged to Bill

And Bill

Did not let one take Bill's things.

**

This poem is of some one of the many burdens which

have crushed men such as Bill

My dying comrade lie

in my arms torn

clutching him

my eyes are fists shaking

My comrade lie

in my arms rentHis blood soaking us

Under the beautiful blue

My dying comrade lie

Like a fallen star

In my arms fading

Like his dreams now doomed


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My dying brother lie

In my arms dreaming

I did not desireAny black wall

**

At The Bless God Caf

On the Akazien street

Lies a view

Of the Apostle Paul

At the Bless God Caf

The windows are clean, large..

And politicians revel

In caffeinated gossip.

Across the way,

Dogs lift legs

On the cornerstone-

Where inside, boysLong to be baritones..

For the Apostle Paul.

The circumcised belfry

Erect, Orgasms

Noondays song:


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THONG!

Pulling the ropes

THONG!The priest imagines

THONG!

The little boys hands on

THONG!

Bulge beneath his

THONG!

Cassock untied

THONG!

Bleeding Jesus

THONG!

Silence forgives

THONG!

Raped mouth

THONG!

Sweating Temptation

THONG!

Guilt possesses children

THONG!

Beneath his spandex


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THONG!

A dogs nose

Knows jismsDeservedly lifted leg..

In the view from:

The Bless God Caf.

**

From Mini-Dick to Fascist Prick (evolution)

2 stroke hard farts

Yamaha or Kawasaki,

mini-dick

Ejaculate blue fumes.

Thrusting forward

-puberty-

Decible stoked

Wimp hand

Throttle wheelstand-so erect & so gay-

Screaming

LOOK AT ME!!

4 stroke hard-tail:

Fascist Pricks

Harley with


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Straight pipes.

Decibles stroke

SubstituteFor the little dick

Beneath a big gut,

This beer-pubescent

-so limp & so gay-

Screams

LOOK AT ME!!

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