Long Artefacts Poems

Sneaking into the museum to avoid the sudden rain
Raisin said, “I don’t want to get soaked right through again,
It was bad enough when that truck through that puddle dashed
And you and me - but mainly...

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[ ... story with context, a plausible universe with top and bottom
  a coat of cosmos covering
  over a subterranean protoverse of potential fields
  a quantum cellar creating
  the very big...

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Chapter 11g 

Han and Kwona and their children 
Made their courteous introductions
Then were guided to their quarters
Where they soundly slept till sunrise 
 

Chapter 12a The Fireflower 
 
In the morning light they wakened
Now they saw with daytime clearness
The luxurious...

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The next day BioWare may discharge the overall game Revise 1. 7 with regard to SWTOR. This particular area may expose 2 large brand new functions: Galactic Status and also the Artefacts from the Gree...

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#With_my_mother_in_mind
My heart aches but some distance hunch, clears the odds, thus far I have traveled, the little spark in that very distant, blows soft breeze to my weakling faith, that; your body still shielding that...

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‘Sankofa’ In 'Safranbolu'

This bird from Ghana’s legends flies forward looking backward
                      In the Twi...

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'Tis said that man comes alone
And will die alone
Whoever hands out a hand to him
Along the way
Remains none other than a friend in need!

Pray, a hand held out of selfishness
Becomes a hand to trample unto
To...

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Some Glimpses of childhood Memories

The town where I grew up seems much the same 
Its many features yet retained
Still central fountain that caresses the sky
Its hazy droplets against the winter dregs of sun
Gone, the regiment...

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If we pray for other countries to prosper, real neighbor ...
As Old Cultures and Histories model, imbibe, declare ...
There would be fewer dark nations seeking refuge in whiter

Would you even consider praying for Nicaragua, El...

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As the world tires and weariness begins to quietly enfold,
We will sleep and dream of what tomorrow beholds,
In the night, 
a chorus of felines project a resolute purr,
Meow!
And in the light of the moon, as...

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I
If we humans did not exist in eternity, before this experience that begins with a birth and ends at a funeral, why the desire for immortality? whence do thoughts of "eternity" arise?

II
Our science, even faith...

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Before I scarred the page
Raging what your letters cannot invent
Let me invite you to other books
I wrote before you owed me wage
For all maladjustment and discontent
Tettering on tentacles on hooks
Invite you to an open age
Of...

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The broken remains of a mountain climber
several thousand feet from precipitous peak,
nature had attempted a fair burial with snow,
but some parts remained exposed to air,
the right leg had crossed to protect the left,
in an attempt...

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Caves are dark, dank, sinister havens for rising damp
Mere cavities in the ground, veiled from light of day
Yet caves are heralded, admired and cherished
For a swarm of reasons, just mind the bats

Caves are drop inns
Hikers...

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Mother Nature came to ground no live witness
A comet of vast proportions calms the Earth
A conglomerate, frozen water, freshness,
possibly the chemistry, no more, no less.
Compounds of all that was required, let's research.
Mother Nature came to...

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Islam Burning


In deep purple flame
Stapled to the cross
While the peasants yell below
Demon demon demon
Black flags rise
Hearts fail to beat
Humanity has lost this score
The axe swings in the air
Freedom at last
From Islam’s beasts
My head tumbles into...

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Please don't bury me
By Michelle Morris
12/01/2023

Please don't bury me under that apple tree
So beautiful and abundant
It needs space for life to experience
Its shade and soft mossy feet

Please don't bury me in a grave
Underneath a drab...

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Jesuitta, God’s only daughter.
God only had a daughter Jesuitta, which he gave to mankind 
to teach us love. She was a good little girl with blond curly hair
and often helped her mother with the washing...

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ODE TO A POEM

a made thing
      this verbal construct
an event
   in language
                ...

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Sweet Home


From the tense of turbulence you profer comfort,
from the tests of time you offer abode,
Will all the fortresses of home refer incline?
Will all the fortitudes of hope adversity sublime?
The ocean of pleasure thou are;...

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a made thing
      this verbal construct
an event
   in language
                 makers many
of fabrications
things...

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Broken hearts turn into crimson roses
Meant to be held as prized artefacts
Even if they shall never mend
For hearts are as brittle as window panes
And none has ever been able to glue
A broken pane back together

Yet,
Broken...

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DISCONNECTIONS

harmony order
reason &
beauty

&
incidentals
severed
by
upheavals
cerebral &
 austere

a purveyor of
dimensions
to catalogue
&measure reveals
 the obsessive
 elaborate
  laboriously
constructed
tableaux
of
destruction

so instantly
 recognisable in
impressive &
immaculate
artefacts
to
specifically
fire the imagination
&
 concentrate
the interplay 
of
reason in
perpetual motion
 in grappling
&
 conveying
  the painstakingly
drumbeat
of
sensation
amid the melee
of the
orchestrated
  ensembles
   at a distance

the measured
mood
detached
 artificial
yet in
symmetry
 knitting
everything together
in
  cool respect

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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MYTHS

 Good old times 
 Folded and elapsed in2 wind of times, 
 Never 2 come back again, 
 In our present time, 
 But still moves d clocks of time, 
 In our memories...

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A carnival in winter scraped along the ragged streets,
Pursued by ghosts in snowstorms howling down the avenues;
And in that bright atomic midnight where the blood and neon meet
A host of demon angels hung their heads...

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