Long Averts Poems

Ledger of Love

In the dim-lit chambers of the Victorian home,
Resides a wife, her heart a silent tome.
Once, love’s flame burned bright within her breast,
But now a thin whisp, a ghostly jest.

Her gaze averts from her...

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The poem "VANTABLACK" exhibits a profound exploration of emotions and existential themes. As a poet, one would appreciate the nuanced use of language and the depth of introspection conveyed through the verses.

The title, "VANTABLACK," immediately...

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Descending,
  I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
  Spluttering,
  I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
  Flapping,
  I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
  Plunging, 
...

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Son of Trembling



The Sun will stop to shine
 Where trapped they do recline
Where they drink and dine
Yet, search, pine and repine.

Would Humane inside him stir
To forsake malicious flair
Has he conscience ever known
To He has he...

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Let me tell you a story…
A story about life, where Solitude gracefully glides into the room, wearing a loose fitting gown, draping her curvaceous form. Piously she takes her place at the table of life,...

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Pristine walls surround me, as the beeping hurts my ears.

My vision blurs once more, and within moments I'm wheeled somewhere I can only describe as deafening.

A young girl around my age screams as her mother...

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                         Stateless

			…thatched houses catch fire
sparrow tires from romping in the coned-flower...

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i've always believed that love lost is unpleasant,
painful as little as a lachrymal biopsy,
and as much as an emotional disembowelment
or lobotomy of the heart.

i am told that a love who walks out or finds love,
initiates...

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His lonely desert offered no oasis
Until he glimpsed a stream within her eyes
This palm tree of potential love he chases
But kisses set aflame his longed-for prize

The stream he’d found brought him no lasting bliss
It was...

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Time sat with her antinomic daughters two :
Destiny the elder,  tall, fastidious and hard ;
And Luck, the merry, playful conjuring guard
Who averts the pre-ordained, out of the blue


The old lady crocheting together events odd...

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I sit by the stream of my own thoughts,
           that glides with breaking, wrinkles
           ...

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Hearken When the Body Talks


Any minor hint of bodily pain
Never ignore and never disdain
This could be some telltale sign
Of what may deadly malign.

It may start as a minor pinch
That swells to fatally lynch....
It may sprout...

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I'm tired of them asking ''What is it that you're on? ''
Why can't I just be happy with this life I've stumbled on? 

My brother says that with each day he sees me it is...

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        Buoyant ship built to remain afloat through voyages of my life
      As she navigates the stormiest of seas. An unsinkable ship with
...

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On a wrinkled trajectory
the blood averts to abstract remission,
I am out of place in time and history.

Try to nudge the jumping ants
with their cyberweapons
ready to strike the antique nectaries

of judgements. The predators were 
coming. Killing...

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My eyes widen and mouth starts to water then I’m drooling. 
My eyes follow her as she lightly steps through the room 
making her way, meandering in and out of tables towards me. 
I hardly...

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Eyes watery,
drowsy with the days sights.
red with desperation
they plead for sleep.
but it averts my gaze
and wonders elsewhere.
Neglected, they shut down-
wallowing in the depths of my sockets
leaving sullen impressions
colored purple.
I am awake,
I've been for some time...

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In languish sleep, so went her fate
through loveless marriage, mired in hate.
Soft-spoken words that now chastise
his world, of stranger’s scents and spies;
gold, traded for some silverplate.

Just once forbidden fruit she ate
her endless strangled passions sate
she...

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On a wrinkled trajectory
the blood averts to abstract remission,
I am out of place in time and history.

Try to nudge the jumping ants
with their cyberweapons
ready to strike the antique nectaries

of judgements. The predators were 
coming. Killing...

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hunger awakes desire to eat
tiredness begets the urge to sleep
being alone, this being, is besotted
with companionship and distraction
from the endless chore of self-absorption
'tis stoic to delay and contemplate
before quenching those desires.
because staying hungry, staying desirous
keeping...

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