Long Beyond the pale Poems

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

The Final Days:  Rosalia’s Death and Destruction
In the wake of such evil, debauchery and depravity what can be said now in the case of...

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Whether you have come to possess this compendium of doggerel confessions by chance or by choice, should you decide to venture beyond this page, I politely suggest you consider the contents to be nothing more...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met...

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Those evil thorns of bitterness
That couldn't bear to see
This child so loved and so adored
By their father
Captain Lee

Until one day in early May
When she went out to play
In  fields drenched in morning  dew
Above...

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Paris November 13th Makes Me Weep — Afterthought

The shock and tragedy of this most horrendous event of slaughter, murder, and unmitigated evil are indeed a very sad commentary on the state mankind finds itself in...

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Lipstick Girls
                 By Stark Hunter and D Lee

1.	“When the Lipstick Girls Walk By”

You can push and shove your way,
Past...

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I hear folks say it, “Love is love,”
a mantra they like to repeat,
it’s said with such vapid sureness
you’d think it was bleatings of sheep.
But if you stop to think of it,
turn the thought over in...

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II.
In the week that followed that cold, hard scene,
Reno settled in and got down to work,
he did tie up loose ends for the estate,
but mostly in the saloons did lurk.

Listening hard for any rumor,
even if...

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... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting...

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I'll drink to that, three sheets in the wind, the Booze cruise                       ...

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Continuation

With ghouls, unlearned, no stone’s unturned
to burnish blame with Nun’s proud name
       and leave the midnight sky... scarred.
They raise their hats to copy cats
       in FRiar Small-Bro’s grave...yard.

While rumours spread amongst the dead,
Nun stays the...

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...It took several weeks, but he quickly found
a strange chemical to the water bound,
clearly synthetic, so he went online,
was astonished by what he didn’t find.

There was no mention of such chemistry,
no reports or formulas did...

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Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this fashion.

She was to see that the wealth was shared,
and that...

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Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem

I (analogous to a rolling stone)
confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder
what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera
semblance of reasonable poetic rhyme
despite modesty regarding
ably linkedin words...

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You see them all around these days,
braying loud on the internet,
people claiming that they’re victims,
demanding you ‘recognize’ that.
But when they explain what is wrong
biting back a laugh is quite hard,
half the things they complain of
don’t...

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...In the capital a great feast was thrown
to welcome Larren back from the frontier.
Minstrels sang songs of his victories,
while they ate venison and drank beer,
the whole city thronged with good cheer.
But Larren was subdued in...

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Now you’re turning to the south
To save your battered face,
To claim some sort of victory
By flattening the place.

If soldiers cannot win your war
You’ll bomb and you will shell:
Blow everything to smithereens,
Turn towns to living hell.

Your...

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Part 3:          AT HEAVEN’S GATES

To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of...

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Double Chained Sonnets

(1.)
Clock Sounding, Its Hum Of Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock,
Double Chained Sonnets

World, our existence, more than mere charades
charades of fantasy, dreams and parades 
parades often growing beyond the pale
pale in reality, to pits of hell.
Hell born...

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Every day...in fact, every 15 minutes,
someone, somewhere in America
picks up a gun and kills another person
for reasons unfathomable

It's a harsh, scalding reality...

Every now and then in our society
someone who shouldn't have an assault rifle,
takes it...

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born under the sea, an irresistible force
  two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
  alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
  equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
  journey northward, surfacing, submerging
...

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Point of View or Truth?

What is your view of politics? I'm sad, but dream there's more,
though politics says rhythm's plague, rhyme's rotten to the core,
and hope seems lost that world's worth spit! Can Right say...

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This planet whereon we reside
gave nature’s bounty far and wide.
We’ve seen our Mother Earth from space
who barely shows her fragile face
as Pale Blue Dot, sunbeam enshrined,
and still we humans are so blind.

The cosmic reaches hugely...

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We need a place called home
We are in the market for surreal
Real estate beyond the pale          
Made of corrugated cardboard boxes
Flip top or not in magic...

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My Sullivano photographed bad 
                              ...

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