Long Balustrade Poems

A midnight shriek or sudden bang
Disrupts the thread of tales,
Entangled in unconscious mind
With sounds of lashing flails.

Wherefrom it comes, whither it goes?
I threw my eyes up there,
The eerie void soon called me up
To trudge down...

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In Paris, society people unironically dress for dinner, go to cocktail parties (where the hostess has an obvious drinking problem), dine with Catholic Bishops, industrialists, politicians and occasional celebrities (usually for charity) in places dripping...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young,...

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It’s Thursday morning, the twelfth day lock-down here. While sitting cozily in my room’s balcony with a bible and ukulele, some tiny birds perch tamely at the balustrade inviting me to play the most romantic...

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The front bar of the Criterion is filling up,
It’s after five and the patrons are filing in.
Placed orders echoing off the old timbers 
Vying to be heard and adding to the din.

The Grand Old Lady...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging...

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Chorus X 2
I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions
I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart
I wish you see the torment of your short absence
and also to feel the weight of...

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Some would call me homeless.  I call myself a traveler.  In this city I traverse the wonder of human art and nature's beauty as if the two have melded together as one. ...

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[Continued from Part Three]



Thereupon the elder gave them all a single cart.
It was tall and broad with gems adorning every part
and had bells on all four corners plus a balustrade
surrounding, with a hanging awning offering...

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the robin hops from the tips of the rose bush

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TURN THE PAGES OF YOUR HISTORY AND FIND THE PAGES OF YOUR SOUL 
THE ONES THAT CONTAIN THE MYSTERY OF YOUR BREATH'S INTAKE (B)
BEND WITH THE WIND AND CURVE YOUR MIND AROUND THE THOUGHTS 
THAT...

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I have spent much of my entire life it seems somehow

Cluttering shadows walls with window box residue inside these rooms....

Considering now the hands of times potter and I, but its clay ~

While gently closing these...

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He woke down the slope, by the hay
With him a thousand shrill cries
That stilled to him, yawning.
He moved with strands of hay, trailing
On his rags.
Sauntering, he is a flaneur...
The road lamps gave him away.

He moved...

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Having spent much of my entire life it seems somehow cluttering a shadows 
Walls with window box residue: inside these rooms considering now the hands of 
time's 
Potter and I but this clay while closing...

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A midsummer's day turned any old night,
Yet my wife, my wife was nowhere in sight.
Around the town I searched with frantic celerity,
Yearning for a glimpse of her blonde-haired gaeity.
Her friends, I spotted, her friends did...

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Your castle has a moat
to mark for the unawares
the point of danger,
the change of rule.
My fort has a juice box

Your castle has a drawbridge
to allow in only those
who pass the "Hark! Who goes"
test and cause...

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The horizon was brewing ominous clouds,
Dark as if they came out of hell.
The once azure sky became hazy
As the north wind chilly breezes
Puffed up more stratocumulus,
Rain-heavy clouds signified storms.

I rested against the balustrade
Of the promenade,...

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Treasure Hunt

If perchance you go to the park 
they call Wilderness
look for the maroon bridge 
that spans across
the great divide between
the untamed land of the woods
and the coarse grass land of the prairie;
once you find...

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Poor little Moon King
trapped inside a gilded cage
within the marble prison walls
the cage is painted
and the marble held up with balsa wood
a fake fairy-tale façade
castles in the clouds
ladies in classical poses
battles never won
nor even fought
locked...

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I have a woman.
I’m proud to call her my wife.
Some give theirs’ nicknames, ‘her indoors’ and ‘the trouble and strife’
Now, I have my flaws and they are many and vast.
I think like a man, slowly...

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She gazes forth, forlorn, her splendor inspired, her grieving vast 
It was three hundred years since the Bard of Avon did create
An ode to her beauty; a tale of love, of joy, of sadness and...

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For V.R.S.
 
A bend, a pirouette--a flower's dance
reflects in his shadowed eyes, and in her
thorned steps, the atrophying force rooted and redoubling.
Promise me, he breathes behind a teacup
while she is encapsulated in a globe of...

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What is life? 
For I grew tasty to be
The most foolish, explored 
The library and balustrade 
Of foolery, for many a good time,
But in the line, undeciphered 
That the most foolish I could ever 
Get...

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A war raged on twixt north and south
while dimpled smiles raised her fine mouth,
simplicity seduced.
He wanted her, he loved her grace
but of her mind,well, there's no trace,
he catered and abused.

Although they'd breed her tall and...

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