Long Bootless Poems

Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado

Hither now come, anon...

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MAP   OF   EUROPE    -   OBJECTUM  SEXUAL  *

O coastline with cool expanse of blue Atlantic
Your  curves and indentations drive me frantic.
Sometimes thrust out peninsularly;
Sometimes...

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When wracked with suff'ring even more,
     I all alone bemoan my fate,
as one who drowns in sorrows sore
     which harm, harass, and maul his state.

Aggrieved for what...

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Existence is jam-packed with such deadly traps,
You would wonder why its Author made it so;
You never are sure and ever live on borrowed time
For its turns may any time deal you a terminal blow.

You breathe...

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Taking a derelict path,
With a semblance of security,
Though only a whisker of it
I leave for the past 
Which seems not far
But still out of reach
I am thoroughly afraid 
For I am to face my decisions...

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With a spine of steel
I walked down the lane,
The mortals lacked the pluck
to cross me in disdain!

To the trader i quizzed,
Buddy, 'Hows Business?'
Mum was the trader
With his lungs in distress!

Flummoxed was my mind,
To see the...

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Standing on the mountain of Kilimanjaro,
Enduring hardship for centuries,
Forcefully uprooted from Savannah,
And crying for the moribund race.

Remembering the bootless slavery,
Discourteously displaced and separated from loved ones.
Instill in us, disdain and dishonor.

Many dreams crumbled,
Hmm! Dreams were...

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Bamused of searching for pearch,
Where there is no despondency,
To find saint in living.
The more i search,
The more bootless i  found.

My heart became lonely,
Depression follows my path,
Courage became tedious to divulge,
Being my only sterling grants,
I...

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Please...do not look away…
I am more than what you see… 
I have no claims or expectations.
I am more than innocence fleeing.. 
more than flesh and blood, but soul as well.

I am free of selfish wants,...

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All the praises you pick along the streets
Go confirm before a new-bought mirror,
And if those rare glories you all find true
Then know she’s near that beauty shearer.

Who’s time, the unerring author of loss and decay.
And...

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it hangs on your wall.
a faded black n white wooden photograph 
probably taken some time back in the 80s. 
It's one of those bootless thingies a new home owner would cast away, barely even noticing....

but...

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old man
                                 ...

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and righteous indignation flares...
the essence of defining is prestige.
So may I learn to love.
So may I cease to predicate
my wisdom on cliche,
my fatherland,  my god.

So may my pride swell valiantly
when I may see
a beauty...

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Haply I think on thee
The lark of wholeness
At break of a new day
Wipes away separation's grip
And rises in recognition of
The sullen stories which
Separate me and thee...CC

Interpreting:

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone...

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Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds; 
She spurns sparks Reason confers, 
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss. 

Sweetest rank her outmoded views, 
Above strictest sense and full clues; 
Cherished most...

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Somewhere in the wilderness,
Among the barren deserts,
And under the swarthy clouds
Lie the dilapidated destination
Of a poor homeless rebel,
Victimized unmercifully to fall
Like a drop of rain waited long!

There is a burning sand, 
Perforating his bootless heels
With...

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I longed for a love pure as driven snow
     and fresh as spring 'ere Youth's brief joys succumb;  
but a love never transpired; and, although  
   ...

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I longed for a love pure like driven snow,
     untouched and vestal in the spring years to come;
the years came, and were gone until my woe
     over...

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Life, ne'er the primrose path of dalliance 
     for me (and in league with this shady world),
like the accused who has no innocence,
     fleeced me as my...

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Ten years spun into ballooning wear
Keep slipping through tighter fingers, 
Fresh year's tries in futility repair
Adamant dents of wasting days.   

Naive New Year's Eves pop in and go
In swift succession of dying dreams,...

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A misty path all through ahead
Quite uncommon, quiet was the way
Moonshine, the guide to his dark forlorn destiny
Marionette played by an unseen unknown.
Enigmatic enjambment, enmeshed he was
Left in the middle of somewhere, alas
New faces, hard...

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My heart beats faster,
just whenever she passes by,
her walking posture different from that of mere men,
the soil receives her every step with grace,
and the breeze whistles a song so melodious,
a million years and more
wait i,
having...

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In the Mansion House
On a January day
The framework of the nation 
And its future did lay

Deputy Johnson
Brought forth his brand-new assignment 
If the Democratic Programme did pass 
T’would alter our social alignment

Yet, Johnson and Labour
Were...

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Temporal Dilettante Journalist 
David J Walker

no-thing need not name the nameless 
breaks the morning in disguise 
shakes the shame and wakes the shameless 
quench tormented turbid eyes 
the bootless errand realized 

who shakes the hand...

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(English Sonnet Rhyme in Iambic Tetrameter)

What tomes in lonely corners dwell
where undisturbed and rimmed with dust,
forgotten tales that once were held
and stained with tears and love and lust -
now sit untouched like aging queens;
more interest...

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