Long Ashed Poems

Ever wonder, the sort of things that Dragon and Hubby do when together?
Well never fear, I’m here to explain a Spring Day routine in good weather.
Easter was upon us, as they worked out in the...

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Everyone has a theory on what killed out all the great big Dinosaurs.
I’m the only one who knows, what happened, that stopped their roars.
It’s just a little common sense, to figure out what it was,...

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Cosmic Ashes

Being gone, as the light of the stars
A ghost illumination in the witching hours
I, abhorring the interstellar sex, wait
To expire from this ‘home’,
Through wind and rust.
In little specks of ash and dust,
Dissolving from my...

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Bells from church to cathedral rang out the chorus of screams 
in every street echoed the cheering death of millions
as confetti rainbows came falling ticker-tape parade 
from a sky of joy ashed smoke rained down...

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A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain
18 June 24
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Comes the morning fog
sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... damp  damp.

Above, waterfalls tumble...

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Ashed, As A Moth Flying Into Fire

The fire struggles to breathe in the wind
Only burning because it was meant to
Yearning to fly away in the gentle breeze
And be something else, something abstract
We know that feeling,...

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Why are you still mysterious behind transparent lenses, or 
Am I just shivered by my own reflection
Cornered searching beyond the top of your head
a puzzle of ambiguity focused on text.. 
Vibrate your phone into silent...

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Now I hold a key to Solomon's Seal
It fits the Star of David too
Rock climbed the Walls of Wisdom 
Cornerstones well placed towards a
Throne of Love, bloody thorns my rope
Courage dissolved into pebbles of joy
As...

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Bricks from blood, bricks from the flood of Earth's mud,
bricks of clay, turf bricks, stone bricks, flesh bricks,
all shaped, treated and wrought in the furnace of Will,

texture of brick varies by material & method like...

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They all died
The lying died
Inside of her mind
I travel
Peeled rays of sunlight
A distant eclipse
The whale had
Executed it’s reasons
Casketing denial
Of flight
Thundering clap
Of freedom
Dismembermenting
And shear
Outfleshing law
And principle
To the news of breaching
She hid in forfeits plans

Filling your time
Plan
Plans...

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To  grasp your kohl-star embalmed near a pond
That lets ashed hue cascade its ink  downstream, 
For I am under siege, a light dims from beyond 
Recalling our hearts twined through season's gleam ....

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She'd grasped me unwittingly
- we are no more on this earth!
I heard frightened squealing
- we are no more here and there!

those were her last words
big nothing - a simple say
as the end of the world
starts...

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Oh in the early days you couldn’t wait to get your hands on my curves
Now I am getting older, you simply don’t want to know

The times you got my motor running
How you loved to get...

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Ashes on a Thursday morning
riddle my once clean surroundings
and throughout I can't help but think
that all I'm good for
finds comfort in this porcelain cup.

Yet even with my mind filled
with this problematic condensation,
hazing a good, normal...

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AT 60
 
For 60 summers, I am
With memories wrinkled
As age has conceived
What time had committed. 

And mark the day with a chiffon cake
One sturdy candle at the center
A wish to whisper only once
But no one...

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The Shepherd asked the poetess-
Who are you?
Twinkling her eyes, the poetess
said-who am I.

Am I a breath or a death;
breeze or a storm;
am I soothed or havocked?
I am blazed and ashed.

Am I a flower or a...

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The Aphotic rays reach higher
And shame, shade reigns over all
Lacuna, Apathy is all I feel as I fall into the ashed grave
I'm living, the slowest way to die
Elysia, rapture where are you now

What will I...

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Gust wheezes behind the sill, fog on pane
I accede to its drift while moonglow dies ;
This heart longs for you, but would breaths refrain
From asking suchlike thoughts, when time implies—
A goodbye ebbing, cast, by rippled...

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