Long Absconder Poems

I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day...

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Alone these thoughts like annoying buzz,
zealously trample across minds agenda,
beguile what plans I had planned to play.
Yearning for release from ancient scab,
can I not sheath their crashing climax?
Xenon prayers list low and anaemic,
downtrodden by shoe-tied...

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U have wonderful traits and talents to savour
As u unfurl ur  petals and waver
practice ur ways
U will soon come into full flavour 

U already know what to do
It’s the cud that gets the chew
The...

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A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished the gaiety gesture -
of the charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Swarms of floating stars, clothed its beaming bride-like allure,
Its immortal repose, like a peek into celestial treasure...

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A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished its gaiety gesture
The charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Clothed by swarms of floating stars, glazing its snowy allure,
Glimpses from immortality’s repose, a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere...

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Dry Bones and Breath of Life

Lesson for today was 37:1-14 
about dem dry bones and Gospel 
was John 11 about Lazarus.

About Trump I will wonder and ponder
Among thieves is their own honor
Back in Bible days...

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For time, space cannot the opportunity squander
With streaming video distant love grows much fonder
Magnetic beams glint through the wild blue yonder
Grainy, jittery images oft-forsaken hearts to ponder
Air waves blipping images through bleary transponder
Eerie prescience of...

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Stealthy balloon soaring into the wild blue yonder
To all material pursuits now an absconder
Shearing temporal ties that do corresponder
Content the balmy sky to aimlessly wander
Time and limitless space do freely squander
Drinking mist from satin founts,...

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My ardor not commit
to stand beside creation taking wit
it is this lost December
I am fit ~

The thought be temple
thine, thee not awry ~
to love God in engender
so ~ be ~ it!

Be then as I the...

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Does it really Matter

If I am an Absconder?

Does it really Matter

If I am not your Bedcover?

It will never really matter

For even if I am not an Adder

I am neither your Barrister

Nor your Bagpiper

I am also...

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Does it really Matter
If I am an Absconder?
Does it really Matter
If I am not your Bedcover?

It will never really matter
For even if I am not an Adder
I am neither your Barrister
Nor your Bagpiper

I am also...

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With love the option, it seems we
are forced to wander credulously
beyond the raven's stream of glee,
the wings of angels, ne'er to be!

Ah true love, wander with espree,
that God can test my empathy,
for ne'er have hope,...

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