Long Amulets Poems

Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in the midst of all, of us 

we go about our...

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Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling.
As her olive skin neatly curved fingers 
slid over an intermittently scratched carbon black handrail she...

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Existentialism emancipation proclamation manumission...

Flourishes amidst freedom 
once invisible (alice in) chains shucked
when soul no longer kept linkedin 
to jane's addiction 
with corporeal duty, entity, fealty... 
while formerly shed body electric 
gendered as former googly eyed...

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After the meeting, Lumi and Joulupukki walked slowly through the cottage talking,
     “I am sorry for bringing up sad memories of your parents,” Joulupukki expressed his condolences.
    ...

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Acute advice for those* who would be King from the THIRUK-KURAL: Valiarithal - K475
[*like presidents, prime and chief ministers, dictators or even modern-day "emperors" under the guise of revolutionary leaders of oppressed peoples]

Note: In this...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps...

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I've always 
wandered in 
venus' orbs, 
searching for
the star-seed 
of my spirit that
has forsaken
it spiritual 
sanguinary and 
caged every 
fluorescent flicker 
in a sculptured
sanctuary of 
materialistic
metamorphosis. 

Wondering - 
what am I, 
in the camouflaging
shades of...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
    where scars dance upon henna leaflets,
 ...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my...

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The Obeah Woman

Heavy musty air reeks with the Obeah Woman’s pungent perfume, 
sweat, burnt incense, bitter roots, and swirling black smoke,
dim light from a waning moon streams into the shadowy room;
and mirrors crack as restless...

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In a world bejeweled 
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the 
wailing waves below 
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn. 

Perhaps there is...

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One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it?...

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10/17/19
"Brand New"


I'd be damned to quit
Putting out some brand new s***
With a brand new drip
In my a step a brand new skip

Brand new tint
Steering wheel with a brand new grip
In a brand new whip
With a...

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Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado

Hither now come, anon...

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Sometimes my soul 
resembles distant horizons, 
like burning stars 
abandoned between
  dusk and dawn.

When the 
     sky hangs 
as heavy as 
    my hazy heart, 
I search...

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Once again, I've spent my day
drifting among the drifting dunes
staring at colorful bits of ocean-tumbled glass
that shimmer, sparkle
and refract the still-warm October light
in my shaking uncertain hand
as though I was looking
into my very own past...

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for Aidan in row 5

At the edge of the sky, there is a crimson slash 
seen through the leafy scrolling of trees that soldier 
the perimeter of the lake. Overhead there is only 
gray, as...

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The Medicine Bag 

March the centuries on, 
the talisman wraps and 
clings to the collar bone. 

The medicine bag cups holy 
bones that speak of the 
future, flint and stone to
 make magic fire 

strong...

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In a cynical realm where truth is tainted in black, rises she, 
amidst whirling vortexes veiling reveries where she walks.

Yet society thrums thick skinned lies, whilst morning moon sighs in-
silence, seeing sunrise through eyes that...

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The Holy Spirit is like the wind which, comes and goes

Cascading diamonds of Light....

Swept into the breeze; met by Clouds of comfort

Cherubs, whom disperse its Bright ~

Guardians and Messengers, sent, from the Glorious Throne upon...

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The April Fools

Later,
when they had done with the
business of hurting each other,
the accusers would blame the stars
with their incessant gossiping
of immortal loves
when gods had walked the earth.

She
was sitting by a moon lake,
gathering lilacs,
questioning moonbeams,
teaching them...

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TWILIGHT HAUNT

In the outskirt of the town ,
 Beyond the dragon village,
 Seperated by the green pond,
 There a castle with two towers,
 Wholesome in antiquity of age ,
 Beyond the rotten four wheeled carriage.

Inhabited...

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A saccharine rueful cry rode upon the wind,
   not a howl but a solemn ceaseless wail of tears
whispering a last bell's ring, peal and tolling goodbye;
a farewell to blended melancholic images and visions
...

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Bullets oil with blood, 

Hearts smitten with cruelty

Our minds sealed with carnage,

As we marched, for the harvest is ready

With our machetes from China,

Our ak47 from Russia,

And the Americas’ bullets we moved into their shrine

Harvesting our...

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MY NAME IS KAIZEN

Bullet oiled with knowledge
Hearts smitten with purpose
As a thin of air, we marched into the street of kaizen
The harvest is cream and green.
We the labourers with our intellectual machetes,
Made and manufactured by...

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