Long Bides Poems

“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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This was down right evil - 3 against 1, how fair is that?!



Tony Boogerelli asked me straight out if I did, and, as he was expecting, I assured him that I do.
Tony told his sister,...

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I was a diligent safety engineer, modifying the hazardous work practices,
Like the thrilling festive celebrations, when you open up pretty packages!

I took my work very seriously, and my motto had long been safety first,
Like waiting...

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The pale apparition swirls in on night mist.
It envelopes her body, then breathes out its kiss.
Cold to her cheek as the fog to the shore;
She utters a sigh then sleeps deeply once more.
 
She’s new...

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The orbiting host of a forenoon sky claims a sunny day. They are attributed for the better part of each year, primarily affecting the island's leeward side. On its windward side, periodic downpours from time...

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"50 Words for Poe: Prodigal"



Homeward bound
Prodigal hides his eyes
from the prying 
Pride stops his soul
from crying 


Sun burns his 
blue eyes blind
Too long in the long shadows 
a sunshineless cage blue sky denied
He has lost...

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"The Familiar"



Softly ever so Softly 
on hardened paws
Nemesis 
follows the 
Red Apple 
scent of 
Her sword
 
a peony pink pocket flushed
velvet violent violet viola 
playing
warm honey dripping 
from the pocket 
it buzzes 
as if with...

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Image of Love Fantasy by Giphy.

LUDix-Rym: Thine Art Loveth

HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song...

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Hmmm...
I am alone again today.
Lately those days have become more and more gathered into weeks.

But...
I mustn't fear the creep of the still air upon my flattened seat.
Sooner or later, he comes a tired mess and...

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There came no sun 
Unrecognized impeached the source
No in time spring lifted us from sleeping
And the icicle ink
Wrote itself with frozen pens
When the chill in the world
Found there came no death in flames

And now we...

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Through the toil and the hunger
past the point of no return
the village held to ransom
in the footsteps of wonder

past the wild cathedral embers
far between the broken mound
the sky opened with a crash
those folks will remember

crashing...

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(Author's note: It has come to my attention that the U.K. has decided to eliminate Holocaust 
education from its curricula, on the grounds it may "offend" some groups)

And so, for fear it may offend,
The truth...

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I love them, truly love them and surely always will 
They come for me in hope when sleep eludes my night 
They dance about my mind in early morning chill 
And fill my world with...

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Written: September 16, 2023
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Arcane sunlight in early morning stillness,
Dancing by a veil of mist with rare brilliance.
I huddle near the window pane, pondering,
In this calm span, where dreams are wandering 

In the atrium of my...

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Spring always brings forth a smile
     Just ask a butterfly

Summer lightens every heart
     Just hear the skylarks cry

Autumn colours tint our view
     As...

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On the internet I've been around

Many forums, blogs and sites I have found

Most like a school yard from backing the day

Thing are great as long as they all like what you say

Others are for people...

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She sits at the lunch table with her good buddy
a Greek fellow with no english
she-a canadian with no Greek tongue-
they commune like there is no tomorrow
siding with each other
against
the staff who would wash them
clothe them
feed...

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O thy divine flame till eternity must burn,
Thine thoughts each mortal on crust must learn.
Servest thou each bruised heart in trepidation, 
And allurest thou 'em all to peachy innovation.

For, know not one but thy thought's...

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One man, one bomb, packed with rusty nuts and bolts
He bides his time, picks his spot and halts
Then detonates a foyer, full of mums and dads and kids
Who are blown apart, blown asunder, blown to...

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She stared into the sun.
'The rays are not for everyone.'
She placed the thought back in the deep; 
'the presence of it would light me meek..'
She replaced her gaze back to a face; before it was,...

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Broken Back

They use words like
Cold
And 
Crossing
Sighs
To describe something romanticised
 
Obscured verbs
In which to hide
To hide
Romanticised
The suffering
Without a name

It asks you not to worry
A vacant voice
Verbalised
Tears
She cried
Lies

Nomenclature of disheartening
Hope
Borrowed between shadows
Between hearts
Flowers
And chocolates

At peace
At last
Unburdened
Released
Love
Child

Romanticised
To a...

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When Summer starts her transitory reign, 
King Sun, her beau, has steadily ascended, 
brightening a sky that, for a time, 
shall be his lovely mistress’ domain. 

He reaches out his welcoming warm rays 
across the...

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Far tae the North hidden alang Moray coast,
Therr bides a little toon o which yin can boast. 
Wi a rid phone boax in pride o place mak a call tae freends an aa. 
Nae thing...

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The importance of Pomposity
(Not to be taken seriously)

The Perfect life, a wife half his age
Their house grand, with a zip code to match
All bought and paid for.
No hawkers, appointments only

But look closer
The Wife bides her...

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While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake  –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.

Along the crests crawl...

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