Long Becks Poems

In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond
Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond
But the original Helvellyn called...  
Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled.
Of Lake poets, I eagerly read
And I found what Alfred Wainright once...

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Gentoo Adelie one must wish to know.
One must want to see the sights
the ages of unseen areas.
There for al men to Marvel
the Creation only seen
by God.


Here I present to you
from the angular spectrum of loght
might...

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during the Eves of festival
a broad shouldered man
came into or near
the Layer were Witches were said to dwell
He came there to challenge
the Goblin who made
pots in the cave
Witches, Witches  ask him here
cast your spell...

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THE WITCH BIRD IS A MIGRITE OF
BOTH THE HUMMINGBIRD AND PIGEON
THEY ARE BRIGHT YELLOW AND WITH 
BLUE BECKS ARE HARD TO FOLLOW
AND THEY FLY REAL FAST
AND LIKE THERE BROTHER
THE HUMMINGBIRD
THEY HOOVER OVER FLOWERS 
AND SUCK...

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Leaping over nettle bushes,to clear becks and streams
picking fruit from orchid trees, children in our element and dreams.
Building dens in rainy woods,our warmth and shelter clear
raindrops dripping from oak leafs,like a shedding tear.

Swaying cornfields upon...

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Bribery sins…
.Spurns and prides are taking passes.
Passing balances all are cases and tasks.
Some retakes are warrants put.
Pick the tough ropes not only straws to last.
PINKO god-some will need the disciplines.
Doors to Eden just are door...

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I open my eyes to colour and light:
blooms, feathers, leaves and patterns in trees 
gossamer webs and intricate insects
on the move, ants scurry as people hurry
busy as bubbling becks. Then comes the night
with points of...

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Alone I roam the dreamland wood
sombre and empty, dark my mood
vain hope to meet my love denied
a throbbing, pumping ache inside 
afar a gleaming stream of blue:
mauve, purple, lilac mixed in hue
‘longside the one in...

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God is sailing, God is sailing
God is sailing in my heart
God is fishing, He is fishing
God is fishing for my heart

God is on the seas
Oh, oh He so knows me
And He's granting me
Full liberty

His feet...

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Brecon Beacons
        for pony-treks
Cumbrian fells 
      & bubbling becks
Dartmoor 
  with rocks rain scarred 
Lake District views
     beloved...

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Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;Dartmoor 
with rocks rain scarred ,Lake District views beloved of bards.Northumbria, above 
on moor and hill,where Roman echoes linger still.Stone-bridged hamlets in the 
Dales with enclosed leas along...

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