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Summer Winds

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I write this poem I write this poem as I have discovered the manhood of a journey and puberty of discovery; I write this poem with the breath of early summer winds massaging the mental muscles of my mind as I reflect. I was once a young man stuck inside the neglect of the true […]

And I…

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A lazy day of summer is romancing tranquility as these thoughts formulate. My mind has becomes lost inside this abstract nature of poetic haze. Last night, while thinking, I watched fireworks explode into colors of sparkling magnificence over a dark sky bright with American pride. So many people of different shades, languages and ages came […]

This Simple Amazing (Song II)

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I love the way the mind flows when it is zip lining through nature. Today I hike through the trees of Bloomfield’s side of Talcott Mountain— town incorporated 1835 — but these manifestations of green-life have been alive forever. I taste the smell of Oak Savannas and Chestnut Oaks and feel the appreciation of Robert […]

Thoughts From A Loft At The End Of June

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Thoughts from a loft

I wonder what Langston Hughes would’ve done if there were no words – I wonder how he would’ve taught the world about deferred dreams if there was no way to write the blues. I wonder what would become of language if the fears of Shakespeare didn’t tell tales in old English rhyme and didn’t retell […]

The Evidence Of Existence

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The Evidence of Existence

Trash filled truths cluttered along faded sidewalks laying still in motion begging to recapture decayed dreams from growling lampposts where hope once leaned; shattered emptiness laying between claustrophobic alleyways reaching out from the shadows of intellectual prostitution selling the body of their thoughts for just a piece of the evolution their life once gleamed; they […]

Summer Cooking

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So… he looked on, watching from afar the imagery of family. Now alone, sitting in place on an old cranky stubborn porch, eighty-one years of tears laughter and memory/smiled; his smiled gleamed through the haze and humidly of another summer day: a day that reminded him of his younger years when the joy in many […]

It Came To Me In A Dream

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I’v stood here before; right here in the center of a moment watching my own existence romance the skies of time with elegant touches of prismatic duration. But these were not my hands; these were the hands of history massaging everything that is now into the relaxation of reoccurrence of momentary fingerprints smudged down the […]

As Nature Cries

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Dreary be the day as the sky opens releasing its temper tantrum in a steady eruption of rage down upon the daily activity of life’s stage. Scattered cars travel blindly on slippery pavements wet from shaken leaves startled by the midsummer storm as it pounds steadily from the soul of earth’s anger. Windshield wipers blink […]

Ogunquit Beach

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On a perfect day, the seagulls play; observing the humanity of many descents – Canadian accents… fading in with the background noise of clashing waves that are singing along with the winds of Maine. Here again, I lay on the beach of Ogunquit studying these portraits of clouds that grin peacefully in an open sky […]

Poetology

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  I am more than words. I am the penmanship of life’s emotion.  Look around and you’ll see me floating through the winds of time as an inspirational angel. I touch minds, embrace hearts and cure tears with just the whisper of my translation. I am more than a metaphor. I am the study of […]