Long Anthracite Poems

her life had been a rollercoaster of moody upheaval

          manic fervor from sheer in-exhaustible passion

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it had indeed become the autumn of his life and he had harshly lost

every spring in his step when his wife began to abuse his good faith

abandoned him by the way side and the side...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape

No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen...

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Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep

Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber

Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind

Strips and...

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NEANDERTHAL

In times gone by, now recondite,
Neanderthal, erect, upright,
spoke softly, tones so lily-white,
and tried to put the world aright.

He taught us how the flame ignites
that wearing furs will warm the nights,
just why the rolling wheel excites,
and...

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* MAGNIFICATION-

I see, I feel chose up, Natural soul mine atoms mold
Compulsive make up looked upon, so
I see Seismic waves micro-
I feel High pressures temperatures carbon atoms
Of coal matters at very high pressures and temperatures,
I...

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Bursts Of Creativity...

Asper myself tend
to occur late at night,
or early morn 'o follow
wing day unbeknownst
despite acute insight
how, when, where, why...

ideas swarm and bite
inspiration doth alight
try as I might to
coax, anchor right,
burning candlebox at
both ends during...

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at the cusp between 
slumber and wakefulness 
I reach a subconscious of wonder

it seems that my house was built
too close to the ocean
foundations and perimeter walls
supported by reason and books
now washed away by the water
each...

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Fruits noirs

Sans qu’on y prenne garde,
Le ciel se tisse du grillage
Sombre des branches.
Elles  s’étendent  chaque année,
Et chaque année,
Grignotent un peu plus d’espace,

Au point de parfaire une voûte
Et d’arriver à se rejoindre,
En confisquant le...

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grandma had always been a magical offspring of nature

collected herbs images mushrooms psychedelic support

tattoo in her mind rebellion independence and freedom

mescal beans at stakes looking like witches’ broomsticks

cultivated night shade a belladonna of sorts in...

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the vice cannot squeeze any tighter

bolts crushed under the benchmark

gather dust with nuts and lost screws

a DIY manual mocks arrested craft

I cannot hold it together much longer

limbo has me instead in its firm grip


machine oil...

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I spent too long away from her driving that rig,
So I gave up the freight line and learned how to dig,
‘cause I knew I could get steady work at the mine.
I was sure that our...

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Why people somewhere so kind and gentle
and somewhere not? 
Why people in Saint-Petersburg ,
Moskow,  Astana, Bishkek
Look so impolite, inhospitable and  unfriendly?
Ask about it the happy inhabitants
or better look himself for what 
is the...

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Wait for the shutters to be closed,
we will enter an enclosure
in complete silence,
like a deep cave
which I don't know the way.

My eyes will ignore all of the lights;
there will be no more words
just the presence...

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Twas a lovely day in May.

A red-haired Grandmother, with her daughter and 
grandchild strolled the soft, still grass.
Under a large pine tree, she unwrapped a beautiful pot of flowers.
In the center~ a flag waved softly...

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The taproom is a crush. 
You slide between heaving shoulders, 
squeeze between pockets
of overheated laughter 
to a small room set aside, 
a place closeted in smoky isolation.
Here the barmaid appears on the half hour or...

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she showered the sky in anthracite crimson and sepia

	eclipsed broken pencils and crayons moulded together

took a fading snap shot in memory of what’s yet to come


a soft touch surpassed clawed grips of splintered sorrow

	outlined peripheral...

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Five Shades of Anthracite

Triads of black white and grey in the middle colour in above and out within


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“If a tree falls.....?”  No, there is no sound
Without an ear to hear. 
If light shines on....?  No, there is no sight
Without an eye I fear. 

Footsteps are not heard upon a stair.
Nothing...

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The still water of the northern swamp
shone like anthracite coal
lending a rainbow hue to the 
mirrored reflections of maiden hair fern 
and skunk cabbage.

Strangely grotesque maples 
rooted wearily beneath in the hidden depths
of blue-blackness.
The summer...

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The heather caresses leather
As across these hills I tread
The boggy ground it squelches
Moving like a water bed

Don’t stop or soon the eyeholes
With bog water they will fill
Put pace in step and move on
A little further...

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From Earth's bowels win coal and oil,
Foul fossil fuel from toil and spoil.
Primordial stone and devil's blood.
Crack coalface cobs and pump the crude.
Burn anthracite and distillate,
Vent foul fumes to dissipate.
Our carbon fuels creating hell.
When will...

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Norfolk attracts bone-chilling winds
So cold that no matter the cost
Men sold their soul for anthracite coal
Or a glimpse of Martha Grix Frost

Henry Fuller lived to sell coal
Though it never warmed up his heart
But  once...

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once more the rainbow paints in anthracite colour

graphite expressions of grave charcoaled remains

the lost beauty of obscure pastels is shadowed in pain


the horizon threatens rational geometry in obtusion 

bursts cohesion and kindness at all angles...

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Here comes the train, chugging its way,
time after time, each working day.
Squeal of the wheel, scraping the rail.
In worst weathers, blizzard and hail.
Serpentine twist, tortuous turns.
Hissing of steam, anthracite burns.
Onto the points, clickety clack,
over cross-hatch,...

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