Long Bosch Poems

“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just a Shell"


Heaven for Her existed in The Dream
She called Her...

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Yet at this very moment the cathedral was crumbling
down upon the cries of foresaken refugees, 
the monastery's walls wobbling from war's wreckage, 
and as the black bursts billowed into sun drenched brutality
with the bodies of...

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"The Deconstructed Lilith"




Decomposing from a past
left forgotten and buried 
under the weakness of the first man banished

from 
Her Forest,

She rests, bound in the arms of angst 
eternally suspended, 
invisible and unheard

gagged, Her spirit waits 
and...

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“The Big Blues and Baptismal Alice”



In the land of the dirty politician
Steely resolve was borne bidding
farewell to thinly veiled conceit and division
that particular brand of milk had long in the tooth turned sour
in her red-hot...

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Can somebody please give this uber muff fuller a lyft?
alternately titled: jump starter for clunky, junky,
quirky, xyz mechanic wanted in tow tow -
chassis what I mean?)

As the proud graduated
honorably rolled 2009 Hyundai
Sonata vehicular property
belonging to...

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When your heart 
corresponds 
with your mind,
then, give it a shot,
you write 
back to me

what expressions 
you so badly 
need 
to bleed;

the characterisation 
of letters 
are alphabet soup 
to me, child's play,
peeling tattoos 
like bells...

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Ode to the mother who is so kind
who’s beauty and gospel light always shine.
The mother that I love so dear always does the wash
The mother that I love so dears loves the kitchen store called...

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I went to The Jester’s Tea Party
In the tower with the winding stair
Frida Kahlo manned the door
And God and the Devil were there
The artist was stood in the shadows
Silently summoning me
To stand with him like...

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Art from the heart, a religion of ritual,
where One summons God and glory to center stage,
your spirit enriched by the self confidence that ensues
as inspiration smells like cedar and feels like sanctity,
the physics of mystics...

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though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
     surges thru me,
     when audibly communicating, enunciating,
     and speaking English words

as...

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jago christos uma rose
ethan cuevas corone
kelly elizabeth christos
alexia daniel wade jonathan james
emily-rose pau and willow too 

we didn't start the family
it was always growing
since the world's been turning
we didn't start the family
no we didn't fight...

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Villanelle:  Everything takes time: take not time by the forelock

Everything takes time: take not time by the forelock
Whether in deference to the past’s foiled efforts
The tingling ergot fires our desires do unlock

Rye clavicus purpurea...

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Saturnalia my Dream 

Cycloidal forms transmuting to the involute
obduration under duress a malleable direction
coming to nothing just the gearing of time
Spartan gates left open to a millennium of thought
three legged animals given there a soft...

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Cycloidal forms transmuting to the involute
obduration under duress a malleable direction
coming to nothing just the gearing of time
Spartan gates left open to a millennium of thought
three legged animals given there a soft palfrey canter
air floating...

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We marched two by two along
Muddied path leading to gallows 
Corner, singing with voices strong ;
Full of hope as dashing callow. 

Ripe to be picked and Ripe
To be plucked for we had yet
To taste the...

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Addiction
By Jan Beaumont 

I really love my Netflix
I enjoy my Lightbox too
Prime Video's a goodie
and I don't know what I'd do
without my TVondemand 
ThreeNow is great as well
and just to top it off
I'm watching Neon...

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Washed up by a sea whose fury 
had no need of them, they became 
an easy meal for gulls and other scavenger
seabirds whose beaks tore through their 
undersides and feasted on the sweet flesh, 
then...

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You spoiled my coat
with your vile contempt
and relished your dung lit fires
upon my shoulders
I offered pristine views
you gave a careless void
disturbing me with your disgust
turning my green coat
a vacant brown, filled with death
you stole from...

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He has a gargoyle on the top of his nose,
a knobby, kibbled excrescence
The gnarly nose is outstanding,
it rules his kindly face like a goblin prince.
Rose hued it is crusted with craters. 
Poor old chap, I...

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