Long Blanching Poems

I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's version of Francesca's words in CANTO V of Dante's Hell...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf thunder,
What happened  to your breath baby brother,
what happened in...

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Shoreditch clung to its ruin
Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses
And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields,
The shepherds rambling onwards,
The herders with their slow-moving cattle, hoofs
Thudding on the stones. Amongst them the knights...

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After I just heard my guide in this trip
Speaking of ancient women and of  knights,
Pity I felt, then had loss to outstrip.

I began: “Poet , desire now me incites
To speak with those two going...

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Doubting thomas doth hanker to live in (or share)...
a house without gossips nor gonifs with the missus

Maybe a pair of stray eyes
will alight on my post
might subsequently manifest destiny
as a positive force
to help me secure
a...

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HALLS OF AMENTI 2

Doom dark in the 
Halls of Amenti
whole families are 
dropped down drains 
covers shut tight
no pink flamingos  
not a single orange 
tree in sight

They grope along hold 
each other’s fat oozing...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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Celebratory stories of devotion to depression
are told not only in absence of light,
hiding,
but also in excess of dark,
fearing.

And yet we share an even less spoken silence
blanching out
in too many minor key inferior choices,
quieter voiceless chaos.

Songs...

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Seasons have changed their weathered cycles here
A frigid frost frolics on dead dry air.
Old man winter is summoned now so soon
It is a cranky world and a coatless moon
And through it shivering the homeless roam
Like...

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Sterile ducts with just a trace
Of fleeting mist at moist base
Passionate reserves saving grace
Digging deep to find some solace

Eyes like telescopic lenses refract the availing light
Alluring images swagger near then purposely slight
Radiant beams refocus my...

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A stone in the backyard,
roughly cratered like the moon,
a black stone
heavy with ancient cinders – 
fire chipped.

Could it be a meteorite
or maybe a bit of cold star-fire?
It’s so very old, 
utterly lost
even though 
it is...

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"V~O~V"


IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE


COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE...

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Sacral veil that shrouds bright hopes, dark fears
Screening altar that christens so deep a bond
Scrolled with the innocence of carefree years
Sacrificial shutter signifying all self-serving interests will abscond
Separating from the corporeal ties that correspond
Shade shielding...

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Cold choice, listen to the voice!
Waver filleth all!
He who suffers Sin annoys?
Blanching light, thy pall.

Hated minutes of each day!
Flickering in time!
Doubt belies all disarray!
Drop and drop, O dime!

Slickened hatchet, cudgel black!
Blood along the back!
Stuff the...

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Heart is gathering dust from the past
                            ...

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No truer truths can take me too far from here
Myself alone now viewing what I see as true
Torn from within an inner sepulcher once caked with fear
Made truer now by old offences now found few
I...

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Summer rain from darkened clouds pouring
Like the windows of heaven have opened
After the blasting heat, so welcomed, adoring,
Waves of hell from Satan’s seething broken,

No lightning striking, no thunderous booming
A gentle, steady rain like a mother’s...

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Hoary sun now trolls the availing sky
Radiant lamp gilding all who under its shade lie
Golden streams of light kindle hearth on high
Burning parasol fans its flames warming all that draw nigh 
A fiery portent to all...

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'...the thorn in sharpened shade
        weathers all loneliness.'
                    ...

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'...the thorn in sharpened shade
        weathers all loneliness.'
                    ...

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Now nowhere near
Dazzle dream dear


Oops options oil
Boom blanching boils


Prize pretty pace
Symbols steer space


Query quaint quest
Feel flashy fest


Rich ripples rouse
Bright blessings browse


See setting sun
Play precious pun


Touch tensile truth
Ply puzzle proof


Use umpteen urge
Seek spiral surge


Voice vibrant verge
Mingle...

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A somnolent trilogy of Greek hubris
Hero journeys into infernal abyss
Blinded by salty pride and avarice
Seeping into Poseidon's lair, nothing amiss
Swept along by steely reserve, prowess
Bounded by fate and drifting malice
Flooded by trials, providential interstice
Curdled by...

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The snow drifts to the ground
soft as babies breath
talcing the bottom of the farmer field.
The bows of barren maples brace
for the downy white.

Heat held in the asphalt
melts the first dusting,
its ashen countenance blanching, sullen
as the...

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Every night I lay here alone,
remembering; wailing.
I love the night shadows:
it’s all about the stillness.

There are no stars out tonight,
only a lonely, empty sky.
The hue-less wind passes,
and it cries un-seen.

Trembling elm trees nod at the...

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