Long Aqueduct Poems

Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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I don't know what exactly attracted me to it
I don't know why or how it resonated within me

Something old and characterful, perhaps it saw an equal in me?

The lane is old and windy, the traction...

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A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin to human organs
served only; by arterial veins.

The first sod to...

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It juts out by the river road,
traffic passes it each morn,
what’s left of the old aqueduct,
something stately, yet still forlorn.
The rock, with no mortar, was set
so fine it would make Incas proud,
precise enough to still...

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All those talks we had, your breath smoky.
All those plans we had to someday meet.

And then I felt the fear turning my legs icy
while we climbed toward the sky’s craggy peaks.

Were you safe didn’t matter...

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Sweet organic scents waft softly 
through the vast and endless valley
where myriads of trees grow in tight rows
marked by long lines of rich, robust soils
that brighten with the rising sun. 

I am happily lost in...

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It is not because of anything in them
But because of boundless grace
You have to fix your hope up above;
Faith occupies the position of a challenge
Grace is the fountain & the stream
Faith is the aqueduct along...

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The whistle blows, the chugging starts -
A steam train ride in France -
For those who like to try things 
From the past, this is your chance.

Since when it’s time to turn around,
The leading car’s unlatched
And...

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Segovia, Segovia, proud city on a hill,
So steeped in ancient history, your beauty charms me still.
The Roman aqueduct remains a marvel to admire
And cobbled streets wind upwards to the golden Gothic spire.
You boast a princely...

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Sorrow spoke the alphabet,
Turned upside down.
The little girl will bring, they said...
She will bring cemetery corruption.
Turned upside down alphabet.
Fountains will bloom executions down to the aqueduct.
Stripes arranged flat in the ground of the jail where...

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Foraging through time's annals
Peering through the faded panels
Catching a glint through corroded channels
Seeking the sallowing bridges to re-enamel
Shuffling along desert lanes beaten down by Assyrian 
chariot trains
Walking subsumed Royal Persian road, linking cultural 
chains
Striding through...

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Estuary

the strong tide greets the sheltered stream
where life's hereafter dares to dream

a place where screeching, circling birds
fall silent to breath’s final words

where memories once formed on land
are carried by the shifting sand

to where the river...

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Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys.

Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals...

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With the romans usually
travel galloping to their destination,
they one day thought of
a better way to travel invention,
instead of the old way
which was usually by horse,
they decided it would be wiser
and quicker to take the aqueduct...

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