Best Drury Poems

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Illuminations, Temptations, Life's Travails Endured 
 
Weep for Truth that man's inherent evil betrayed
Zeus hurled lightning bolts, paradise dreams delayed;
Intriguing words, those tales of mythological beasts
Sirens tempt, alluring songs, dark orgasmic feasts:
Man that so blindly eats, stirring to walk upright,
Consuming illusions of...

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Lights flickered
Footsteps followed
Curtains moved
Suddenly an old man appeared 
And spoke in measured tones,
I am Duncan.
Those who have a need 
To know who I am 
Know where I am.
I can take you through a journey
And guide you through 
A thousand empty nights 
Where you will understand...

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Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song and bear splashing fishers
From rutting moose and cougars sharp incisors.
The place has a scale that needs no advisers
But in our...

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Wee Willie Winkie met up with Tom Sprat
To try to find the crooked cat
They employed the help of three blind mice
But then decided that wasn’t nice
So they left the mice with Ol’ King Cole
Who ate curds and whey out of a bowl
That he took from...

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The dark eerie fog and glowing gaslights. She sits woefully. He is gone again tonight. Rumors whispers of the terror, as she holds on once again. Murder by night and a stirring muffin man. The dark old Victorian house creaks with fear. A young lover...

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Wear love like a caftan,
Less room for grief, she says.

Names entered into his notepad, 
Without explanation.

The unlimited expanse in which
All objects are contained.

A flash of light,
As if a bit of electricity has escaped.

You must find out how
To empty the molten pool.

In that Basin of Prophesy...

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White upon fog upon snow upon dreams,
dreams upon snow upon fog upon white.

Dreams come, as if the minutiae of day
are merely a prelude to night vision.

It is kin to the sun but it is not the sun,
its light is not golden and it does not...

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A place of long ago
Was torn by one man
Who left behind a letter
"I leave roses in the sand"

One girl went missing
Blood and nothing more
Leading to a single rose
Right next to the shore

The townspeople frightened
Anyone could be next
Locked behind their doors
They feared their town was hexed

Things...

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Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories

Earlier today...upon
     setting feet out a side door,
     a refreshingly cool rain
washed away present woes,
     and ushered auld lang syne,
     sans mine earlier childhood quatrain
such...

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Forsooth impeachment hearings appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain
finger of guilt
damaging democracy points

to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke - bankrupt countless times
and...

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If Trump wins...rest in peace - Mother of Freedom

Post mortem courtesy 
Doctor Demento yielded 
Lady Liberty lies slain...
videre licet knocked senseless 
from brutal blows upon her crown
simultaneously shouldering existential crisis
triggered nervous breakdown
though rendered mute 
sound of silence doth expound.

Forsooth impeachment hearings 
rendered him immune 
to...

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FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION 
INTO CORRUPT OFFICERS SELLING 
DRUGS LED TO MY WEARING WIRES 
PREGNANT BEGAN 1985 ONGOING 1988 
REVISED  NON REDACTED INTO 1994 BUYING 
WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI THIS 
LED TO OFFICER WALTER BARNETT SHOP 

BUMPIN AUDIO DETAIL SHOP 
I KNEW...

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Shoreditch clung to its ruin
Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses
And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields,
The shepherds rambling onwards,
The herders with their slow-moving cattle, hoofs
Thudding on the stones. Amongst them the knights recently
Back from troubles in the north, armour 
Burnished like Sunday...

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(“Shadow Puppet”, 2023, original encaustic)

Dreamtime

Is there anybody out there
Sings the Muffin Man
From Drury Lane
The San Francisco skyline now
Tilted past recognition
A Jumble of order and chaos
Alas, once a beauty
Now a beast
Changed so much 
In just a day
As Father Time sighs
And wears away
Surfaces that used to shine
Declaring...

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