Long Brumous Poems

As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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The pedestal held the grail up high 
From the cusp of the golden sea
A metal sheath hid her treasure from the sky
Amid that forest without a tree

The hands that wrought the grail coldly quavered
As they...

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Earlier in the month but lately begun, 
(Or was it perhaps the last one, the one before-November?
I know of a surety that it was a time uncoated by congeries 
Of most alabastrine snow, and that...

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Awake through afternoons and ageless nights,
the poet waits for a muse to sneak.
His brumous mind reminisces,
frantically exploring a galaxy of words.
He looks for a lofty mountain hiding in the fog.
He looks for a crimson fireball...

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“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow;
  Is our destined end or way;
  But to act, that each to-morrow
  Find us farther than today.”
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Because I live, I...

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Hot tar slickly melted on the road,
Hedgerows died, browned in the drought,
Sizzle of egg frying on the sidewalk,
I felt my heart was burning out.
Blue china skies, polished and glazed,
Jet trails, silver vapour scars,
Mercurial sweat trickled...

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You got your patsy finger 
pointing at me,
but what about your 
other three pointing back

I don’t have to be 
a math genius
to thumb my nose at that

Always trying to spittle throw 
the dung blame my...

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I sit in quietude, with the moon as my light,
its fickle glow obscured by calico clouds.
The air feels heavy
as silence adds its weight to the brumous glume.
A bloated bullfrog croaks curses,
failing to attract an empathic...

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“I fear these furtive brumous depths,” the aged sailor growled,
“‘Cause nestled ‘neath these noisome reefs creep creatures cursed and cowled.

They flounder thus and, seeped in brine, patrol the waxen sea,
And when it drains in years...

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There is a blurred brumous haze.
Afloat upon a invigorating mourning. 
Alive with the aroma of petrol and 
cigarette smoke.

The glass somewhat stained with a rich 
smoky grey. 
Raindrops like perspiration on a mother in childbirth....

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Cold river, on slopes of winter
You flow.
As circle is running
Through creases and smiles,
In seasons festive,
Or cloudy days
Cold river, windy and brave
You drop.
Innocent claims,
Visions white
I am watching the snow falling
Pent in my prison,
Threatened by lies
I am...

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Invisibly Divisible

Like a vanishing vapor in the misty morn
Sheltered secretive solitudes that I have born
Within Isolated illusions from the worldly view
Reflected waves of light in the spectrum spew

You can not hear my wandering withering words
For...

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These are my bread crumbs,
scattered on the brumous trail 
should I ever turn around 
to view the path I've traveled 
and see only a myriad of trees.

These are my bread crumbs.
I drop them knowing full...

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