Long Bayed Poems

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 4

I ask you this: Have you ever known a man to ‘buckle under stress’?
Or have you never seen a man have a ‘moment of madness’?
Have you not...

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It was a frantic effort   
to take a shot 
of the elusive Kanchanjungha;  
one of the few highest peaks of the world
which looks at mortals roaming on earth 
from its high and...

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Day crackles clean and warm like burning coal
A new passion swam his veins, they bonded him
For that pheromone was strong in him, and abrim 
The pack bayed towards the sunlight burning gold
And welcomed a brave...

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The wind was blowing,
as the car was going,
across the hills ; across the vales
the night seemed young , as each nightbird sung 
to the moon there long and timeless tales.
Then, at midnight hour
the chauffeur rested,...

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The towering pine were poised
at the edge of the forest, standing
in all their majesty,
arms locked, heads touching,
speaking in whispers.
They exchanged secrets the wind
stole and scattered.

So began the saga of the woodlands and
man's intrusion with ax...

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She stood there, silent and still in the shadows,
of the sweet, soft, moon-kissed night.

While the clouds, dark and deep, rolled overhead
she waited, waited for her beloved, the man she hoped to wed.

Pray, would he come...

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Muddy face band and tin-tin man breaking bad
Game of thrones, constants and variables
Contestants variant, variously able, paid under the table
Save it Larry, your speeches are not reliable
We see your Mr Cain, presentable, but is Cain...

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Montezuma Golden on earth he lived upon his land
Cortes his rival metalled horse and soldier Spanish grand 
Aztec warrior a noble race to them a god should come 
From far beyond their skeleton homes and...

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I’m all jacked up on the bottle
And I’m wacked out of my mind
She left me for that mail man
Brown suit done crossed the line

That package she was waiting on
Had two legs and a smile
I’m bout...

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After Sara’s sadly death,
white doves began chime-
Sara’s hubby Brady found hymns,
their music began sorry rhyme.

Brady seeks prose epics,
poems Sara’s heart would savor-
Jenny might speak truth about Sara’s pains,
maybe she’ll spare vague facts midst favor. 

Sappy...

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The field is given a name.
Battles are about where they disappear,
the ones that walk away 
don't know where the hell they are.

There’s a cannon ball under that Yew tree,
there’s a skull under that Ash.
There’s a...

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Tides will lecture us, obtrusively, to our faces, 
& it's moments like these we unearth 
probity in outlooks and lookouts 
to crack the skulls of coconuts. some lives
have small windows, & we, like hounds, look...

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Monday Morning 
When I opened the kitchen door the fridge
had an attack of the shakes then feel into
dejected stillness which bayed in my ears.
To break this force of nothingness I spoke
and sounded like a wounded...

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When I die, no more sufferings
'Cos time has come for me to rest;
Savoring the sound of silence,
Till my Lord's caress
Lifts me up from slumber;
Though, I bayed for His blood
Without cause, yet, He taught me
Of living...

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