Tag: My Poetry
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New American Poem: Stay Composed
“Stay Composed” There’s something so deep in my heart in each cell of me, swimming along this river of the night so dark, speaking to another century. I am the hand that swims through your sea for some missing piece of gold. I am the rose that blooms from your seed In a deep, hidden…
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An Original Poem | “Wall Paintings”
These brick buildings, well they won’t help us now. It’s not what the soul wants. The soul wants to open up Coconut shells and rain from clouds and hang leafy shells on your ears as an engagement ring. The Hungarian tribes inside it are unfrozen by the wandering Danube. They are on their way to…
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A New Poem: The Cross
The river flows uphill. It isn’t magic. Magic is when it flows downhill. The arrow of time is pierced by eternity The man hanging is the soul awakened. The milk girl is dancing The “Cotten-Eyed Joe” on the gym floor of the mind underneath which the oceans of the Cosmos Splash applause and awake our…
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Little Night Poem
I don’t care what the foam sea squalls say: The mountains are made of mint. Green I spend gliding upon the emotion- Less ramp besieged by the creepy Count de Bourgie Of my psyche. The orphaned Queen of my heart will jump Straight down into her moat and drown If the adventurer of my soul…