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Post by Kaez on Jan 1, 2012 23:56:57 GMT -5
Older poems: awritersrecluse.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=s&action=display&thread=2727/ A Year in Verse: / Jan 1 numbing nectar, rich and cold
wrought tepid currents in my veins
like rosy syrups all placating
restless passions birthed of lust
anathema revulsion for a world
sculpted of dust and tears of wine
like liquid crutches pouring down
mingling with puddles of illusion
spun with waves of vile contortions
lost in endless miles of nowhere
marked by hollow, aimless, faceless
rising, falling, fighting, loving
masquerades of fumbling primates
praising idols, trading papers
filling tomes with empty discourse
till they're swallowed up and dead, dead, dead./ Jan 2 careful now, watch out
it's easy to lose the path
hard to get back home
when lost in plumes of fog
ensnared by sirens of dust/ Jan 3 I come back here from time to time to breathe
to sit and watch the moments roll along
like waning tides coming to lick the shore
till water stills into a film of glass
to catch my own reflection 'long the shoal
and know not a thing else there is to see
but you are sleeping, you just want to dream
and put off waking for some other time
I caught the faint reflection of the sun
all blooming with a halo cast of gold
that filled my small bowl up with steamy rice
but you must have some better thing to do
and one day I'll be old as the mountains
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Post by Kaez on Jan 4, 2012 17:09:24 GMT -5
Jan 4
turquoise stones and
flooded pools with
drooling bath-house
saunas for the
salamanders slipping
by and under
mossy outcrops
slimy thick with
cold, cold water
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Jan 5
sooty fogs and sour spirits
dim and douse my acumen
but Sol has made another pass
and turned to warm my heart again
lozenges of hollow shadows
could not bore the gateless gate
and thus were banished from henceforth
mind uncluttered, mind sedate
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Jan 6
tender beauty
ripe hibiscus blossoms
shrivel and wither
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Post by Kaez on Jan 7, 2012 18:49:30 GMT -5
Jan 7
I have tried the finest of fermented berry innards
and sunk into a grove of cherry blossoms.
And I have wiped the sweat off from a tired, well-worked brow
and known most complex of maths equations.
But entropy is coming.
Gonna' get you all.
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Jan 8
what do we do
when the hammer falls?
my children? my children?
what do we do
when the hammer falls?
we build the walls
we build the walls
that's what we do when the hammer falls
we build the walls
when the hammer falls
what do we do
when the nighttime comes?
my children? my children?
what do we do
when the nighttime comes?
we get all numb
we get all numb
that's what we do when the nighttime comes
we get all numb
when the nighttime comes
what will we do
when the fever breaks?
my children? my children?
what will we do
when the fever breaks?
we'll all Awake
we'll all Awake
that's what we'll do when the fever breaks
we'll all Awake
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Jan 9
everything that I
love and cherish and hold dear
is going to die
may I never forget
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Post by Kaez on Jan 10, 2012 14:08:24 GMT -5
Jan 10
you have no interest
in being rid of suffering
you have no intention
of finding happiness
yet all your days
are spent in tears
what did you expect?
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Jan 11
loveliest of lovelies
come and sit with me
there's not a thing to do
the time for rest is now
your mind is full of wonders
and though I love them so
I think you'll find the silence
to be more gorgeous still
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Jan 12
the depths of our mind
is the collective
of all beauty and grace
nothing compares
what more need be said?
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Post by Kaez on Jan 13, 2012 11:15:47 GMT -5
Jan 13
snow is falling,
rising, floating
whipped by wind
and gently letting
currents carry
whip and batter
frost and flurries
to and fro and here
I sit and watch
so effortlessly
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Jan 14
the burrows stitched up with fur and earthmuffle the gusts of lamenting winds
alabaster clouds rest upon the soil
wintry fogs collecting on boughs
Whiteness has come to smother
and suffocate the world
withering the grasses
sapping at the roots
turning dry and brittle
whipped and buried
brown and dead
and frozen
who now speaks fire against the frost?
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Jan 15
the way forks;
glazed road to the high dust pillars
overgrown path to teatree mountains
neither's easy
where does your heart lead
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Post by Kaez on Jan 16, 2012 23:01:32 GMT -5
Jan 16
susquehanna's
labyrinthine
winding winding
waterways
stained all putrid
dead and dark
still make a lovely
bath for this squirrel
he's not complaining
soak it up
the sun's out
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Jan 17
glassy cobalt night
crescent glowing tranquil frost
just Silence and Me
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Jan 18
smile
breathe
go slowly
there is nothing apart from this
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Post by Kaez on Jan 19, 2012 23:33:34 GMT -5
Jan 19
the hardest journey
from where you think you are
to where you didn't know you were
no guides or ferries
arches and gates without a path
your heart the compass
your thoughts the clouds
climbing the dew-laden slope
of Cold Mountain
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Jan 20
crept across your chest
burned and blessed
packed down in the earth and the snow
buried and pressed
alone, in a nest
built up from worries
held down with the ropes
bound in the hopes
wild and eloped
packed down in the earth and the snow
far from home
so far from home
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Jan 21
moonlight penetrates
the crests and troughs
all the same
all the same
waves go swimming
born so dying
all the same
all the same
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Post by Kaez on Jan 22, 2012 10:54:20 GMT -5
Jan 22
strange proofs
and dark sciences
betraying yearned reflections
and open wounds
singed by commotion, kisses
and all the pretty horses
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Jan 23
the mind, reigned in
bucks and stomps
tugs and pulls and snarls
whips make it bite
chains make it scream
a soft touch will cool it down
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Jan 24
tender earth
vernal and fresh
quaking plumes of steam
rupturing fissures
venting dens of virgin clay
buried yawns of thunder
low and deep
the mountains bellow
supple leaves whispering
rivers carving poems
the clouds paint the sky
moonlight floods the air
and stains my breath with frost
my lungs breathe deep
I am here in this moment
I am here with this earth
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Post by Kaez on Jan 26, 2012 13:26:07 GMT -5
Jan 25
misty volleys rain
grey and somber, overcast
nothing blooms today
everything sighs
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Jan 26
shivering grey cat
fur mattered and fallen out
wandering over snowy
backyards and patios
comes across a stranger
sits perfectly and watches
without anxiety
hello, guru-cat
hello, traveler
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Jan 27
when faced with great cliffs
taller than the mountains
scraping at the clouds
looming ever-nearer
how does one cope?
how does one react?
no resistance can be made
no hope to overcome them
how does one cope?
how does one react?
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Post by Kaez on Jan 29, 2012 1:40:46 GMT -5
Jan 28
cool and dark the night air
bright and white the stars
small and far our planet
vast and void the world
tiny, tiny as I am
tonight I sit
no more no less
mind full of stars
and not a thought
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Jan 29
tonight
I return to all of that
which I once was
and perhaps am becoming
once again
thawing out
thawing out
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Jan 30
my skin became a shadow
my body hollowed out
the wind and cold and light
passed right through
and nobody saw it happen
and nobody wrote a poem
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Post by Kaez on Jan 31, 2012 9:30:57 GMT -5
Jan 31
thirty poems
filled with words
about this or that
about here or there
nothing much
what's to say?
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Post by Kaez on Mar 9, 2012 14:45:10 GMT -5
i am the helplessly miracle marigold
running with colorful colors in centerfolds
i am the dreamer of flotsams and jetsams
and breaking the waters for new things to blossom from
in far away places where music is swirling
in clouds made of ribbons of the colors they're pouring
and drenching the streets with the ink made from hope
and of joy and of fear and of swallowed up prides
that we guzzled and guzzled
(and drunk on our habits)
we broke through the doorways
and emptied and dried
the cups of what drops and what sips and the drips
of cold lonely lips they contained
over years of neglect and remorse in a home
moved away from in a town made of memories grown
where friends and where crushes had walked through the streets
in the summer in boredom in melodic beats
and where you had learned all the things that built up
the wicker that made you the you that you'd made me believe
you would be again
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Post by Kaez on Mar 19, 2012 13:29:50 GMT -5
broke through the oak grove
opened the blinds
cleaned off our white sheets
crushed what we could find
opened the windows
found what it would take
go down to the old field;
plant grapes
crack open the idols
we built in the cold
burn them in pyres
melt out the gold
let out your dark dreams
spilled into the lake
go down to the old field;
plant grapes
scour the attic
topple over the shed
dismantle the greenhouse
break bread
get down on two knees
give and take
go down to the old field;
plant grapes
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Post by Kaez on Mar 29, 2012 22:01:37 GMT -5
Branta canadensis occidentalis cries loud
Peachland's rolling sylvan hills sweep just beneath the clouds
Glaciers dripping drooling waters rush to meet their source
Body of a rattlesnake, head just like a horse
Geese rest on the water's surface ferried by the stream
Small quiet fish go wading by, small children laugh and scream
Night birds mourn another sunset that paints a reddish hue
As the currents sweep away again the way that currents do
Nighttime comes to Okanagan, the stars light up the sky
Darkness blankets ancient spruces, standing proud and high
Gentle backstrokes on the surface, moonlight on his face
Drifts old bearded Ogopogo, gazing into space
A dozen beaming Nikon-wielding tourists will wake soon
And drive down to the lakeshore where they'll pry all afternoon
Sunlight creeping through the needles of the Eastern trees
And down dives Ogopogo, recalling brighter days than these
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