Long Albatrosses Poems

“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just a Shell"


Heaven for Her existed in The Dream
She called Her...

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You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing  
   I call you by name not to possess it
but because it is the only prayer  
   I have ever known how to...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and...

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My penchant for writing was showing
The comments I received were ‘glowing’
But at the end of the day
I get another N/A
My success in contests is slowing!

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON ON 1st September 2016

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO...

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The Ivory Tusk Carry Me Home

On an island in my mind,
waves of despair roll in and out.
It never ceases.
An albatross plays the piano,
my last song and dance.
It's sad.
Even the filthy rats cry.
I muse, 
I develop...

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...Poe brought us detectives on the page,
and creepy tales that defy age,
Melville’s whale, in fine fashion,
taught us the danger of obsession.
Twain brought humor and jumping frogs,
dialect, humor, and raft logs,
while Hawthorne peered into the soul
and...

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In this world
You are my naughty innocent beauty
You are like the butterfly on lily
You are like the angel
You are my sensual gel

I invited you to my last night cell
Your presence was like the morning bell
We...

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I sit in stillness
framed by glass
the world outside dances

sunlight spills like golden honey.
yet within these walls I stay.
regret coils.....
around me tight as a noose 
lurking in shadows.

I breathe in
inhaling the vastness of 
the ocean's essence.

I...

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Wretched is the man, who has not seen the sea, of day
Who has not heard the seagulls cry above the waves,
Who did not walk long hours to think, or dream
Who has not seen the ships...

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English version by Liviu Martinescu

- a solo nijuin renku -

waves covered in wind
in our blood the salt of the sea
is seeking the shore

autumn clouds scattered
by viola d'amore

insatiably drinking in
the image of those conches
lurking amongst barren...

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***Summer's not quiet here yet, but I live in Florida...***




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Blushing cheeks of horizon--
A kiss of golden sun,
Periwinkle on magenta--
Caress of amethyst dawn.

Floating random motion
Are hazy white clouds,
Humid air combustion
Aroused by the oceans
Is birthing new storm,

As albatrosses glide
On stone-color heights.

Nascent ashen canvas
Exuding accents gray--
Garb of...

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crooked fingered me in my 
ichabod crane slippers, 
peering out the front porch.
watching a pair of hollow wind 
chimes rattle. 

 the wintery touch of window panes
 offer little but the frail figures of the
...

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calm days oceans fit
dress coastlines in white lace
treacherous... the storm

on the wind it glides
oceans of the south surveyed
albatrosses feed

penguins flighty birds
cross ice bellies down... feet push
water... flight masters

aquatic parrots
puffins come to land to breed
Icelanders eat...

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fragrance of fresh air
wakes the flora and fauna
fills nectar of life ...
aching earth in pangs of birth
blooms into colorful mirth

hibernation ends
snakes seem serenely slither
seeking sole soul mates ...
mongooses move merrily
ostentation of peacocks

sky tourmaline blue
sun in...

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