Long Anvils Poems

What is freedom?
The brief period of anarchy between the last tyranny and the next?
Are we free if we cannot see the cage?
Or feel the chains?
What if our masters lengthen our leashes?
Only to tighten their hold...

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THE BLOODY TOWER

I am so trapped a phantom princess, on an ethereal plain, spiritually
Forgotten in isolation's domain, in hell's chamber of brick and mortar,
In this imprisonment of the unjust, I'm the innocent accursed, in England's
Bloody...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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Every time I look in the mirror I see the face of god.
What a vicarious view of vanity. My eyes sin and 
Reflect past.  My envious tongue licks the gluttonous,
 glory of gratuitous teeth...

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*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.

Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative

Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous...

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New town, new job, strapped for cash. It was her birthday and this was all I could afford.
          
       ...

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This cosmos, indisputably is a sheer wonder
We cannot but bow before its grandeur
To what strange terrains it does open its doors
And what secrets are hidden beneath the stars

Man has ever been impelled by an existential...

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those of us who caught or chased our love in every field
knew her best by memories that we caught.

anvils that we stood upon gave grain to find our shield
leave our stain upon the earth with...

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Harsh winds blow from a baron frozen land,
Of ice and snow.
Exhaling Nordic gods breath a chilling mist
An eerie foggy vapor creeping along the
 Waters aquatic edge.
Rages angry seas lap against the wooden
Hauls as battle harden...

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Hush



Hush now my lover
Come rest your head upon my shoulder
Let my arms league bring you closer

Quiet now my love
Or your tears will shred to my ruination
All the courage that I have

Let this soft caress to...

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a poet, you say? pardon no, not am I
there's only ONE poet - He writes on the
       sky
of sunsets and stars, of space without end
with a dazzling bright ink...

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September 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Matthew 24-25

Key Verses – Matthew 24:4-5 And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. For many shall come in my name, saying, I...

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Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,
spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,
my visions are invisible and no one sees me cry.

Minstrels of destruction... rapping at my door,
naked anvils aching... heavy...

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Ok, I'm not paid to think (like the TV shouting heads), I have no real voice (vote), and certainly no credentials—but I'm as invested in America as any high-school citizen can be—I've pledged allegiance 3,000...

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Wintergreen leaves of frozen tiffany, encased within
Crystalized ice cycles are the delicate roses of youth.
Tender shards easily shattered or creaked by 
Betrayals heavily handed anvils blazing.
Sparking with passions burnt offerings flickering
Flame, that wavers with age...

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I browsed thro' an old Sears-Roebuck Catalogue the other day.
The necessaries shown in its pages would be antiquities today.
It illustrated harness, horse shoes, things to tend horse's withers,
And displayed everything from anvils to fifty-one string...

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So easily
silken in droplets of anticipation
on lips quivered
in union relentless
longing desperate
for voice of thoughts and eager consummation

Spend the hours alone
until night wearies of never ending smiles
as with intrigue
exchanged those words
metaphors of souls
abandoned to those passions

All...

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poet, you called me?
          oh no - that’s not I ...
               there's...

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for


             I

In the distance, the fading sun
bade adieu and slipped
behind the golden horizon;
the moon slowly sneaked 
from behind the ivory clouds and
greeted the...

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FOR THE UNSUNG MAIMED AND DEAD—2015 

On the ragged edge of brittle time, the paddle of life
Plays ping pong minuets of war and peace.
Yesterdays’ enemies have now become today’s allies;
And old war buddies are now...

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up a steep and narrow road
reach the tops
wilderness reclaims a verge
of wintery snags
land juts and tilts
hauls out
lays treeless

clumps and hags
pitch up stricken soil
heap above the miry troughs 

loud the heartbeat
nearer to feral thought
then any mouth...

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Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust.
Six million irons, disjointed from their ores
Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils.
The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing
Were uncoupled from their hives through Reichsbahn.
However, a tensed, stale...

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Confucius was confusing
speaking of tones in long
ago bones found in a stone
carving of sorts. A King
with legs too short playing
hot!kee indeed.

Hold my sky.the Scribe isn't falling....

It's Just, as described the Kitten
purrs calling eYes that are...

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Moonrise at the end of an infinite desert highway,
Whispering to you while a delicate evening sighs,
Or, peering out from behind mighty obsidian anvils,
She delights and surprises in immensity, an all-seeing eye.

The pale-faced moon of Shakespeare,...

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Have you ever felt so empty
That you know not what you want
A feeling that keeps you thinking
Why every hurt is your fault

Such emotional and mental depletion
Which keeps heaping anvils on the head
Thinking about everything, but...

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