Long Avow Poems

(Heavy, dramatic organ intro with a choir hum)


(Verse 1)
Heaven hates, oh Heaven hates,
The darkness creeping through the gates,
Heaven hates, oh Heaven hates,
The wicked whispers and their fates.


They come around just after eight,
With hungry eyes and...

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Have you chosen what you will become,
my son,
or will you become something yet unchosen?

Become?

How will you keep yourself gainfully occupied,
dare I speak of vocation?

Oh yes,
I will be absent.

Absent from…?

From you.
Absent from you.

My wisest son,
thank you...

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It caters to an arrogance of hate
when war becomes a method of despite.
Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate
a dogma that defines inhuman blight.
The devil’s plan has given due consent
to let annihilation be the goal.
Let...

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My son came home from school one day, wanting permission to go, to the Zoo.
His field trip sparked a riot. Can you imagine at home, what immediately ensued?
Trolls, Dragon, the weird frogs, plus a sundry...

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Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The old brooding, arthritic apple tree.
Past the neat little cow-byre 
Hosed...

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I decided to write Santa this holiday;
sent it care of his workshop, in the Milky Way,
for there were many things I wished to get from him,
though thought my chances of getting them were slim!

It was...

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The lunch dishes were still in the sink
We were having cans of beer to drink

Then came the sound we did abhor
The opening of an automobile door

“Just peek and see who’s out there.
For any visitors, I...

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Inner polarity sparks an echoic consciousness. 
Ecstasy magnetically undermines selflessness. 
Soundlessness indicates process stabilization. 
Every breath spawns inner veiled polarization.

Proceed forward, but remember those left behind. 
Your imperfections jostle you powerful and kind. 
Life is about seizing odds that fit...

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Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
     albeit beastie boy 
     figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,

countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she...

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Here another season has gone
And winter is back to this town
I’ve always been afraid of thunder and sparkle
‘Cause its rumbling reminds me that I'm a loner
You say you’re here to watch over me
That you‘ll never...

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I have gazed upon her eyes to wonder why? For they have brought me a memories of another for I could not have. Yes, this is what I saw? Her skin black like the night...

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The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather around in awareness. By Poet



Let me tell you a story.

Can...

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When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.

I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But...

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The Land of Thunder Dragon,
The blest estate of saviour Guru Rinpoche;
The Last Shangri-la reigned by prophesied Wangchucks lineage;
Mighty Palden Mahakaley,the redeemer of the Dragon Power,
Sacred constitution,the holder of peace and order;
Graceful Jekhenpo,the guardian of religious...

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Twilight beguiled the light, devoured the day
clambered high he,down from abaddon
to behold his beloved, to avow his love
to fasten his heart in her bosom's warmth

moonlit night it was,
when first time he saw,
she gazed back ,a...

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Once there was a smallish town
where the people all lived free,
it could be raucous at times,
as free folks are wont to be.
But into this came a man
who said, “We must do better,
some who speak do...

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My reefs look dazzling in the dawn light.
A sea of hypocrisy and lies that we must fight.
They are held to what they are allowed to view,
And yield when they grip their identity and hue.

I can...

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Choose Me.
I sit here upon this darkened sill.
Dust my meadow,cobwebs my forest.
Waiting for you to draw near.
I long for you to become my Master,
-and I your plaything.

Hold Me.
Wrap your fingers on my fiber woven flesh.
Mold...

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Melanie: Why would you want to marry me for, anyhow?
Jake: So I can kiss you anytime I want.

Sweet Home Alabama

THE KISS

See Rodin’s sculpture, sumptuous or a stiff on the shelf.
I have to inquire about the...

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Like many families who believe in Christmas 
either religious or spiritually
Deborah and I set out each year 
in search of our perfect tree.

And we usually find it right away…
with so many trees to choose this...

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Anti-intellectualism may breed anti-curiosity. 
Harsh reality can frustrate existential sternness.
They tied backlash against "mere" curiosity. 
Yet, every human behavior has a purpose.

Conveying a full breakdown of all the key sights.
Tangling, multiplying tendrils sepia from white.
My...

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Quote: The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The forest is my sanctuary, a sphere of peace, a realm of solace,
Dwelling in equanimity, conjuring serenity harmonious, flawless;
Where my heart sings,...

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A lapse of judgment, a tempest of rage;
A crazy obsession, to not be assuaged.
Aggression triggered by an avoidance of life;
Anger transmitted by internal strife.

A malignant cancer, that blankets the soul;
Aimless, directionless, irrational goals.
Misunderstandings, needs to...

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Two and twenty springs
thick boughs and fragile twigs
hued in foilage's deep green
amidst the blossomed serene

pods burst,floated in wind,our seeds
and thousands and more leaves
drunk in life we poured in
danced to the breeze's tunes

Remember?
one fine early spring
sprout'd...

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Empress of the Night


Veiled in the moon’s ethereal grace,
She emerges from her shadowed place.
A crown of black roses adorns her brow,
Each thorn a reminder of the pain she must avow.

In the moonlit meadow’s misty embrace,
In...

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