Long Aloes Poems

"The Swoon Hypothesis" - Part 2



Arimathea stands next to you and I on the deck, soon we are back in Nazareth, you press into my palm, 
“A very rare Dubunni coin” you say - on...

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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush,...

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Balaam's Third Oracle Numbers 24:4-14 part three concluded

who sees a vision from the Almighty,
who falls prostrate, and whose
eyes are opened.

How beautiful are your tents,
O Jacob,
your dwelling places, O Israel!

Like valleys they spread out,
like gardens beside...

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Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they gave Him up for 30 pieces silver reward?
Oh what horror, oh what shame;
They even placed upon Him a very special name.
King of the...

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“THERE IS A DARKNESS Peer through the rippling, thinning veil into that darkness"
                      ...

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Listen to your lover as he comes, gazing in your windows, peering 
through the lattice, leaping across your mountains and bounding over your hills 
like a gazelle or young stag in your garden orchard of...

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GentleMan
I remain blind to the world but you.
The Lily among Thorns
and the perfect work of a craftsman's hand.
Giving usefulness to my Banquet Hall
and injecting Life into my green Vineyard.

Lady
Oh dear! My darling Gentle Lion.
Radiant and...

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My attention is undivided as you dance for me the dance of 
Mahanaim with your beautiful sandaled feet.  Your graceful legs are the jewels of 
the Master Craftsman, which surround my waist, and your...

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(Potiphar's Wife's Flattery)

Come lie with me,
For the goodman of the house is not at home;
He is gone on a long journey:
He hath taken a bag of money with him,
And will not come home until the...

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CHARMING SOUTH AFRICAN WINTER 

Countries where fluffy, naughty frilly snow continually falls, 
Is a fairy-tale where children and adults, skate on sheets of ice.
In South Africa we also see with wondrous awe, when snow calls
And...

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THE TRUTH
The truth
I can feel it I can touch it
Even in the night I can see it
It is everlasting like the sun
It keeps me warn
In the winter
The wind is cool
It melts the ice in the...

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A fish drifts in a fresh water aquarium 

The soul of the fish dwell forever in this live suit 

Living on nothing but oxygen, just like we all do 

How’s it to live in an...

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When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…I’m awakened by triumphant morning shows
radiating divine Artist’s pose
supremely perfect nature can’t oppose
along firmament’s celestial glows.

When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…my soul delights in haven of fellowship that does expose
gracious...

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I came to you by night, O Rabbi
Seeking truth and light from your words
You spoke of heavenly things, O Rabbi
But I could not grasp their meaning

You said I must be born again, O Rabbi
Of water...

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Late the music played in the smoky air
  in our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette,
and hands that stroked your silky chestnut hair
  held a red wine and lit a cigarette.
Your soft skin smelt...

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Streams of water
at diurnal disposal,
drip
dolce far niente.*

Lavish fill
of cavernous sink—
flotsam thoughts.

Spring up, O well!
Sing about it,
about the well that the princes dug,
that the nobles of the people sank—
the nobles with scepters and staffs.**

Paradise, O living...

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My turds float like choc’late marshamallows
Just lurking about in the shallows
I guess that my butt
Is truly kaput
So doctor suggests bitter aloes

I questioned such treatment regime
Doc said it may keep my butt clean
Aloe on my finger
Won’t...

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On canvas was made to shame

For the world to despise her name

Portrayed as a whore 

A dirty Mary nothing more


Hair that wiped Jesus’s feet of oil and tears

Never left his side even at the cross

Who...

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Out in the desert,
where the sand is hot,
the heat of the sun,
is off the chart.
Nothing to shade you,
from the burning rays,
except the Aloe,
and a few rock caves.
Life is scarce,
not many can survive,
walking across,
to the other...

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Without the means to take us there, we spread our wings..
Amid imagination and shall one fail as fly ? Revisiting days gone by
A young teen sitting at her mall; tainted, still far from polluted be...

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archetypically,
I sow my hysterical libido,
in the Jungian brain garden,
and reap only ecclesiastical weeds,
and subconscious rashes...

breaking apart, engorged, 
mad egoist, freudian slip'd,
spilling repressed aloes,
into her ashen columbarium...

penitent, penniless,
scrabbled up the storied mount,
silently trapp'd, interlocuted,
cast back to...

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