Long Asps Poems

“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to...

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We all walk on a loose line that leads to debris

Silence 

Etched in the fabrication through the elapse in time,
The Lilley of the valley the bright & morning star/

The illumination in time through degrees of...

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In late Spring when heros scream

A source of sophistication from faint misery
Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind
With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside
Woods in growing habitation &...

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We will often fight against the goads dealing in premortal slime 

It's the turning of the tide then exposed;

Through various loop holes we then get confused even feel used...

Faith is the substance of things not...

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under the darkened layers of silk & lush
we can commence in a push
filter through soup bowls with moss in the undertow
you unleashed the lion in me
caged barbaric creatures having little eyes
the immense silence toward its...

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In life, we tend to hide behind a false garb of compromise

Then twisted in disguise with falsehood in lies
Vanquished yet torn at its seams dealing with mean,

Thorned twisted yet miserable in dire blackened flasks of...

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I.

She exists in pieces most will ne'er see
Beneath her torn garments of composure;
Her skin, washed by waves of melancholy
Rarely ever gets shown full exposure.
But she, I see, bathed in the sweetest light, 
Her naked body...

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Whispers in her corridor voices over heard

Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let light come in
Gone are the hazy days to frolic in the phrase
Stone walk ways through its ivy...

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How oh Jehovah can they not know
the Woman Harlot of Mystery
to dine with Baal and teachings follow
has been exposed with her history
 
The teachings of pagans do endorse
promulgation of falsehood without remorse
consider not their celebrations...

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filter through the inner mind
where solace binds and reason is there
for I hear inner voices in my head with choices
the junkie on the street searches for his pay
a noble church goer bows there head to...

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Whispers in her corridor voices heard
Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let the light shine in
Gone our the days we used to frolic in the haze
Stone walkways through the ivy...

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The truth of their own beholder. There is none in him in their golden deceit                    ...

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ASP OF GRIEF

She buries her head upon this asp of grief —
soft with reptilian fangs, hard with poison.
Her covetous husband lies upon the Nile’s reef.
She holds her abdomen in her arms - his son.

with lunar...

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Today I took a walk/
Outside to get some air !
To ponder when in Spring ?
There having lilac and bumble bees,

The stone upon the sidewalk/

A brash departure from the tears in Autumn,
Still we frolic through the...

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Although a tear drop should fall through the pavement floor

Shades of grass torn in its desirable stregnth;
Fragmentation of a whisper with no mere shoulder to cry.
Then fought back the tears in my head wishing dead
In...

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Through a chosen vine

Grafted in a space in time aligned within,

A sequential vast spectrum in time
The vast amount of its sequential thought
In the significant amount of delegation
In scorn attributes within vast decorum reflective swift innocence;

Through...

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Dark fixed at night to fright in deep consciousness flight

Gone in desperation quick fix to hide inside pain
In heated pleasure silenced to a slow pitch
Slowly
In fetters sought with creatures among lines drawn in features

Cemetary

Dark in...

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Aspiration


Antoine had crashed once again when tempting the desert
Freedom fighter laureate poet daredevil testing the call of

                  ...

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The frantic soul along loose lines the roll of the dice
Along with its frustrated alibi taunting for control
An illustrative look at the passing eagle flying in the air free
There is a survivor in is all...

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Penelope’s in a hopeless quandary, backed into a corner.
She enjoyed the flirt of youth. Had no one warned her?
She rejected freedom of reflection. ‘Who’s she? ...not a saint.’
Penelope painted on her face, mirror-perfection - faithfully...

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One set of footprints in the sand

Perhaps someday we all will understand
With both surf & overhead sun
A hand to hold having shelter to protect from all harm
The shelter amidst a storm we run

Having one set...

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A pulse to beat a climb repeat

The clock would tick a trip to feet
A light in peril remorse new leaf
A branch to pull the heaven's beat
A calm will chime a reasonable touch of rhyme

Incredible

A culture...

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The glazier putting the cup in its place a disdained glass                        ...

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beauty for ashes
 in a deep forest of granduer
 nestled in a hollow grove
 voices coming from the Elms
 with painted pictures of light & love
 walk with me through the forest
 visit the habitation...

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Once again I'm captivated as I look into her eyes
It's the way she allures me wearing just a smile
Wishing, I'm wishing for my hands to soon apply
Her palm raised I now know to await just...

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