Long Breezeless Poems

The crescent moon lies upon his back
      At the fiery break of day
           While Jiminy Cricket sings his favorite tune
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The sun descended slowly
Behind the purple hills, sending
Long shadows behind her.
Night enveloped the vista.
I walked barefoot on the beach.
Did I hear sirens singing?
Their alluring song invited.
Come to us, paradise was there.
But I know of their...

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Once upon a time in an alluring place
Flourishing realm sweet with seasons showers pace
The earth food for life the lush greenness embrace
Array of flowering plants that twirl and lace
Birds twittered on leafy branches full of...

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A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village,
an ear clapping, full sailed, fog
moors itself to the rooftops,
then hides all in a breezeless blear.

Rheumy eyes peep out from nets,
damp noses sniff abaft trawling drapes.
Cloth in hand,...

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During a brief step outside into the night air,
I felt the light and was forced to turn, stop, and stare.

The sky was bright again with light enough to share.
For days and days, and night after...

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A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
from slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sight-seeing...

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A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
for slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sightless...

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I.

The gales of Hell, they gust my soul; 
I shutter up in vain--
Cracked windows of my storm-rent brain,
Shuddering as wind-tides roll.
Rattling rhythms wrack my soul.

The wind-voice screeches out my name
With banshee-clarity and tone
Skirling, high-pitched, like...

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I.

The gales of Hell, they gust my soul; 
I shutter up in vain--
Cracked windows of my storm-rent brain,
Shuddering as wind-tides roll.
Rattling rhythms wrack my soul.

The wind-voice screeches out my name
With banshee-clarity and tone
Skirling, high-pitched, like...

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