Long Atropos Poems

We passed over, where was held in frost state
Harshly contained people of the next band,
Not down bent, but all lying in quite strait.

Weeping itself  the tears does not disband,
And pain which finds in eyes...

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Ryan, Where are You?

Oh Ryan, please tell me, where are you?
I'll never forget that tragic summer of August 1992,
when you left without even bidding a final adieu – 
not even a single wave good-bye,
just leaving...

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I am Slasher Of Monsters stock-in-trade
My sword Kram, is double edged death

One horror burrowed deep in me at birth
With poison of a thousand thousand Hydras
To kill it I must kill myself
But I am Slasher Of...

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The mythical fates had a dubious task
Sewing the cloth of life for men
“How did that work?” you ask
Well, get three sisters who sew
Give each one a specific job.
When done, down the tubes you go.
Anyway get...

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A dot crept  
Tarnishing a blue sky.
A red ball, a period, paused in small hands.
Something twinkled in the sky—falling.
An eye closed and a thumb raised:
Smearing it, mocking it.

A thousand gossamer threads trailed it.
And Atropos—sublime,...

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“Liminal”




At the threshold point 
where rite of passage holds a pearl
hierarchy is reversed within the realm of ambiguity


Girl into Woman
Woman into Girl


Dissolution of Order
Fluidity a small metaphorical death
A rite of separation from the past


Three graces...

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(1)
Send me some hug,
Can't fathom the cold

Send me some light,
And free me from this
Dark, deep, and plutonian pit.

Send me your heart
Through Eros's arrows
Five fathom deep
I'll come to life.

(2)
Feel my bosom
My warmth

Open the gift
There's a key
That...

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Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
By three dainty pairs of deft hands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.

Clotho spins life with a valiant grip,
Her spindle ablaze with gold strands.
Life's thread is spun,...

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Oh Luna, with enchantment in night sky…
You gaze down from above with silver eye.
I fondly view your phases night by night
Enjoying most when you are filled with light.

To find your bright reflection on the sea
Enthralls...

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I heard the squelch of death again
Now closer than it’s ever been—
   I can’t look back; I cannot pause,
Lest it might overtake me then.

I fear its face, its famished jaws,
Its awesome eyes, its...

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I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries 
From my heavy,swollen foot?

I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread...

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"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty,"
yet hail these 'Windflowers' Anemones,
flourished yon 'Down Under', 'Aussiszlanders,
indeed a showstopper for bystanders
of all but Europe, Turks, then South due East.
Breed buttercup, yet, some toxic; no feast,
bold capped to stop at...

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Who threw water on the wick?
Who, as restless and trapped
can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.

Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to...

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Was once inspired, but now too tired
To search for more expressive ways
To convey my Heart's inert Desires-
The place where my Ideas played

I beg of thee, sweet Calliope,
To fill my Mind with budding Prose
But I am...

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Slovenly sorrows cause a blur,
Shameful shallows seep and stir.
He whimpers; a cowering cur,
Deathbed's deals, give-take, now occur.
Soul dried, bunched ball of prickly burr
Waste-of-time tears, goad like a spur.

Apologies, are but a slur,
Regrets besmirch like rancid...

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As we harness Fate’s wild winds to our lee
While navigating Life’s troublesome sea, 
We become flanked by Scylla and Charybdis
With only our life experience to guide us. 

Yet try we do, and we sail on...

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As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
belladonna, a woman of beauty ...
Italian. If eaten, highly deadly,
or plant scrapes open...

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Part 2  - " Lily" / Kate Bush https://youtu.be/MWaqPOnR5wU






"The Red Shoes"




3 

Pieces of Paper
A Line, A Cross, A Curve
HOME

Davenport
Ascot
… 

3

Clotho
Lachesis
Atropos

Fate
or
Destiny


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb, klb, mlb





"The Red Shoes" / Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/rbbPPy_bNM4


"Lily" / Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/MWaqPOnR5wU
...

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