Long Bast Poems

The uniform on the floor was to be washed, dried then ironed but the scones that the pig ate meant that a walk to some hidden caves was achieved but only after the recycling was...

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The only thing I still see going in you
is a small piece of your heart
That love for one another
left behind for your own dart

Where all you knew of love
was a simple plan
Just to love a...

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A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class)

C is for Chicken (and for a...

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We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding party was booked, he said, we would join them
We decided...

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I came home to find that my door was ajar
And someone had stolen my keys and my car
“I’ll just get a new one tomorrow,” I said
And then told my wife that I’m going to bed

She...

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Tom Thumb, with split ears and abscess,
came to us on an autumn night.
A feline atlas with alley hard shoulders,
but a calm, cool warrior nonetheless.
Named for his Hemingway mittens,
an irony of bulk to literary lore,
for he...

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Parting my curtains that bright sunny morning
I took in the garden, my mood took a hit
My facial twitch surfaced again without warning
My lawn had acquired a nocturnal zit

They don’t stop at one: No, lots more...

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PARTING WAYS WAS SUCH SWEET SORROW

AS LIFES LITTLE DRIFTER

I REMEMBER OUR LAST MEETING

AND HERE I AM AGAIN

 

SUCH A DIFFERENT CLIMATE

BUT THE ATMOSPHERE HAS THE SAME FEEL

I WALKED INTO REFLECTIONS OF THE BAST

TRUELY, IT HAS...

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"The Black Habit"



Bast never rests
claws sharp as scissors

The Black Habit
no natural skin

torn to shreds
with a cream filled kiss 

Legs wrapped around a velvet lick
Perfume purrs in your ears

Like a Black Cat
Bast never rests

Like a Black...

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The shame was relished
when met with wanting eyes
How I longed to be held
and open up for sexting blighs

When every thought I had to have was..
trust for shaming eyes
When ever trust I knew to see
was faith...

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America the beautiful his lady to thee, were eagles fly HI apon and
by the sea's his beauty never dies, Land and Air by clouds up high
the spirts of the creators fly bye and bye, to...

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Broken Mind

Yes I am going insane, my mind is shattering like glass, my voices fight like every day and my thoughts are racing fast, I’m not real I am a myth, I’m a legend just...

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Short of help, but still of staff
the headache from the neck does last
the evenness of time in cache
lies dormant, so disbursed, abashed!

Though waiting, justice is enmassed
to some fond hill, its wearied bast
has tempered not the...

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The interlopers surrounded the old folk’s farmstead before dawn.
Farmer Jay wondered what planet they were now living on.
Their gravely gobbles were incessantly loud, it was a take over.
Farmer Jay’s hound dog was missing, his name...

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A foundling's spurn, like fate's adjourn
that fills its being, with return
of life - thy will, be Godly yearn,
nor destitute, like drafting, stern.

To understand more, than to learn
some righteous band, but then not turn
to righteousness, in...

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Uncertainty breeding tolerance or default
that openness forever I exalt
my weakness, as new weakness, not assault,
would execute new justice by strength's lack?

So bridging some infirmity, take back
the homicidal structure of exact,
unknown to self the causing, still...

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Remember the days of the past 
When we felt safe and we felt dear, 
Longing, hoping such times would last?

In our youth, we would run so fast 
And things evil were never near.
Remember those days...

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A wide awake snooze made me scream
Held me in the clutches of a well-earned dream.
An elephant in pajamas came running up fast.
He pushed me aside, and made the sign of a bast.

A wide awake snooze...

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Bathe me then bring me home
to that inner sanctum,
rigid and strong,
where Bast is known to rest

in the purest of scents
of woman, 
protecting sanctity 
and the serenity
of a world gone by

hold me where amulets cast
and hands...

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                   Is it not "spiritual" to know you are here. 
To take in the smile of a...

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i sit back, and watch my life unravel, the only sound is, my feet on the gravel, my mind is so sharp, as sharp as a scalple, i walk alone, and thats how i travel....

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