Long Arcadian Poems

Old Mountain tales of love spin 'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls, drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter, a honeybee’s dance in summer’s rush,
Ignites my days with passion, 'tis morn I cry.
Calm, twilight lingers, her...

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February 28th, 1968 marked the date
Boyce Brandon Harris 
(my octogenarian widower father) 
purchased a small tract of land
Pooh would Winnie
  
constituting shadowed sliver 
once hailing, hallmarking, harkening, 
glorious vast "Glen Elm" estate,
which circa 1910...

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Be not harried by apostasy spates
Surcease ye flux of basilic imprecations
Adhibit ye ,supernal paracletes  
The pith of divinity

An Achates,
Vae victis
In this temporal realm

Chatoyant fanfaronade
Sursurrant congeries
Erelong abate
Shun the gaffer's gammon
Arcadian maundering

Avaunt kaleidoscopic zealotry  
Bandy...

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Whene'er I look at Thomas Cole's
"The Course of Empire" set,
I always pause and double take
A painting worth my fret.

Of course, it's not "The Savage State",
And it's not "Arcadian";
The one that scares me most of all's
Known...

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My eyes are platinum, an abyss
They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic
I blink back molten metal tears

These garments are loose bleeding petals
They hang like rolls of skin, peeling and shedding
Billowing and sagging a Gothic...

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Three hours suppressed before breaching the tight-lipped 
container left neatly wrapped in homogenous foam 
and smoky demeanor. Its lid caved in, having been tapped.

Through misspoken holes sprung arcadian visions, 
lacking Peloponnese disposition, still semi-smoldering 
with...

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 I AM Powerful, I AM Resilient, Iron Ox Fortified
 Steel Built, Rigid and Upright
 I Am Earth, Air, Wind and Fire, Most High in Sterling Light
 I got that Samson Might,
 No Mountain Too...

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OLD TOWN ELEGY
  
The bridge still spans the road - with what design?
The rail that once crossed Ridgeway and vale to the sea
Erased and gone, with scarce residual sign
And barely more trace than near...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Five

The Chief Executive gone a day doubled back to Hexagon
From Arcadian fields where old “friends” feasted the traditional bond
Took one look at road map and declared an Etat...

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VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE

From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station 
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each passing train
Web of steel and of steam entwined village and...

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"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine,
freedom, and a little flower."     Hans Christian Andersen               ...

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He had no insight into the mysteries
Of the gilded sports 
Of the British social elite,
By the time he arrived at his beloved college,
Long, long ago in a long-forgotten England,

And in later years he came to...

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Born in a nebulae, a spiders web of gas,
coloured by temperature, weighted by mass.
Nuclear fusion keeps them shining bright 
just like on that first day when God created night.
So they don’t burn us He cast...

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Panagiota Acrostic

A Panagiota Cocktail.
   
          INGREDIENTS
P~Phoebe, the moon goddess

A~Aphrodite the goddess of love                 
      and beauty

N~Nike, the goddess of victory

A~ Asteria,...

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SYLVIA WAS AN ‘A’ STUDENT 
and Alpha woman

The Abyss was bared, and malevolently yawning,
The deep black pit of endless loss to rile
You, and you didn’t know the world was turning;

And you saw the winter trees...

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taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry 
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of...

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Let go my ash on a windy day,
From a cliff near the edge of the sea.
Mingled forever with the friends I have loved,
For all time, now together . . now free.
 
And I promise we'll...

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Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
       from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper

UNDER THE CANOPY

Under the canopy of the pine...

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Spellbinding place where rainbow water flows
Frogspawn and tadpoles such enormous change
Arcadian forest where pixie dust blows
All creatures are welcome no one estranged.

Twilight is magical what will happen?
Atmosphere filled with dire baritone croak
Whispering rustle, low-lying bracken
Fae...

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Arcadian almost snake like road, moonlit, bumpy and quiet,
Fox tippy-toed across to the burrow,
In anticipation thrown a singular look,
Beyond the gate lovely nook,
For you, the least I could do.


Verdant but with a lot of grunt,
The...

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(c) Oke.

Poetry from the Skies:

There was poetry up in the skies before we 
learned to write

Awesome rhythms rendered as a strong 
winds might

Surely we aint aware of this lyrics penned 
down by the clouds

As such...

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Your warm hands hold mine,
That with desire both shine and shiver.
Like the moon, looking for a silvered river.
Oh, how long for you I pined.

Sparkling burgundy wine, in tinkling crystal glass.
Hypnotized by your Arcadian, invasive eyes.
This...

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You are the melody that echoes in my life!
With the atmospheric aroma of an angel.
How is it you broaden my horizons to magnificent heights?
I am christened with your cosmic charisma.
It dazzles on my forehead..see it...

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To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss
		  
To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss,
          Under night skies' munificent moon rays,
		  Arcadian smile,...

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Winter garden


I must go into the garden again
to find the limestone and clay
Be waiting by the morning rise
amongst its sleepy decay

but I need no garden to soothe
nor right as would be believed
I need no foot...

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