Long Alcoves Poems

Beneath the evening's astral embroidery, the kiss was born timidly,
A spark of hope, golden and gentle, in the fabric of the ephemeral.
A celestial arch, lips slowly bend towards the sea, aspiring to eternity,
And they withdraw...

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Beneath the evening's astral embroidery, a kiss blossomed shyly,
A spark of hope, golden and gentle, in the fabric of the fleeting.
An arching celestial, lips gently incline towards the sea, aspiring to eternity,
And retreat serene, with...

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castle bound
castle masked
masked by clouds
masked by snow
snow holding horrors
snow dancing in candlelight 
candlelight deepening the hollows
hollows of deep sunk eyes
hollows of alcoves
alcoves with writhing lovers
alcoves with frosted pink floors
floors ripe for waltzes 
floors hiding trap...

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Another package of books arrived,
Another cardboard box to tear up
Or stow away in the basement
If it can be used again.

Story after story,
Big loves and medium-sized affairs and small trysts,
I try to find the way I...

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Power to the Plough.
She sits there all used up, a shadow of her past self. The remains of her bodywork, only survive.

Rusting, and decaying into an iron oxide heap. No more use, the old gal...

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The House was featured,
celebrities put on hard hats
posed with sledge hammers.
It was said that the old structure
had ‘good bones’.
What it did have
were walled-in nocturnal whispers
and a resident paranoia
that stubbornly failed to lessen.

Interior decorators
re-imagined rustic hues
with...

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The plight of creation in the end days, posted this under war for there is a spiritual war
present in these days.
Now4ever Midi

Revelation 17:4-6

In meanderings of alcoves of
blood bathed sliming blithe,
demons of hollow sunken mindless
degenerating gruels...

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The House was featured on the T.V.
Celebrities put on hard hats
posed with sledge hammers.
It was said that the old structure
had ‘good bones’. What it did have
were walled-in nocturnal whispers
and a resident paranoia.

Interior decorators re-imagined rustic...

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Dust motes dancing through glancing light,
refracted through stained glass windows, bright.
The smell of old pine and communion wine lingers,
wax polish and roses from grieving widows fingers.
A faint smell of incense, intense in it's nuance,
old hymn...

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Yes, we do share our dreams,
of course we leave out the inadmissible, 
the dark alcoves and the flying monkeys.

At breakfast I scratch in a notebook, 
doodle questions like
why I feel a duck-billed platypus 
is still...

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If thoughts be laurels then I'd be a king,
Honing skills in dark alcoves of my mind.
Like muddy waters in a rain-soaked spring,
Life without meaning cannot be defined.

This oaf would a fool for a learned man;
Lethargy...

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a gray brick church with hidden entrances
surrounded with many tangled gardens
and engravings above doors and alcoves
is where I go to pray on the virtues of
love, joy, peace, kindness, and faithfulness
on goodness, gentleness, patience, and...

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Angel Whispers

Angel whispers 
Announce
The Anointed One
In fluttering wings of Annunciation
And breathe of Emmanuel alive
In secret garden alcoves
Alpha and Omega arrival
On breath of ancient anticipation -
Pleas of Eden’s ancestry -
Align in shadows
Agonies of autumn-winter angst 
Pass...

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