Norman F. Santos Poems

Incongruous creeper of star crossed fate
Muted dreamer with a living to tolerate
Swanking too compensate the lack of luster
A sycophantic wish delivering a note of disaster
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Untainted bliss
Infinite ebullience
There are no words
To convey happiness
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Time is bound in a spell tongue-tied
Prance and wince like the ocean’s tide
And ebb back into the waterfront
At the time you’re eschewed most
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Hello Stranger,
Are you still on the line?
How long had we been ghosts?
How far had we gone?
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Do you know what basks behind your ears?
With your supple hair of lightning tucked lightly
Do you hear the sirens’ screech and fluster you with fear?
That you reduced yourself in the speculum of a melody.
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A predicament, in grills
Pirouetting in a prancing vinyl
Groping inside a rupture
Fractured cranium
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And I’ll walk down a familiar path
With a worn out sole and a heavy heart
I’ll dream of amends futilely in the midst
And in your faith tightly cleaves.
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Gnawing at the edge of stale thoughts
A peremptory heart inept to emancipate
Constrained in shackles of shrilling frost
From sedative sentiments consoling to fulminate
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Exigent hands quaver with every piece and every move
Trepidation burns by the wrists and incinerates to approve
Taking leisure with the melody of the clacking marble board
Draining the chance in every silence, a scheme averting discord
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If I would exasperate and counterfeit a smile voided of depth,
Would you surmise it is corrupted by a whimsy death?
Held by brazen anguish and slaughtered torment in ambiguity
Beckoned by subdued wails throbbing beneath an exterior of dexterity
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