Long Canons Poems

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

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THE INNER CHAMBER

Please.  Stop holding back on me.

Like a child standing at the neighborhood ice cream truck, arm outstretched, eyes huge, mouth watering.

I stand here longing to slip underneath your decades of cold-rolled steel...

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Science is Fiction

Sir Popper popped the answer to the question of and whether science
holds truth and where and when for how long facts remain value’s 
         ...

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The crime is snowed over, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s  Il neige sur le crime

Are we buried under snow holding our silence
in what immense Cimmerian (collision) of terror ?
The mouth kept open in the shriek...

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Impatiently we stand in line, tickets in our hand
At last we are ushered inside, hoping for seats up front
But people push ahead,...so we wiggle into row two
A tall head sits in front of me...............................................oh well,...

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From the deep dark corners of my brain I strain to bring to the surface
the answers I've locked deep, so deep within...Like the matter inside lava in a volcano..my brain, OH !..It hurts, it hurts...

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Atacama, Eden of winds,
flower of abandoned rocks and of sapleter,
homestead of flamingoes and geysers,
and above all ,
below an azure sky,
mountains are carrying on their tops 
ice of the past.

Old villages tell us their stories,
Toconce, Toconao,...

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Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture eighteenth twelve
emptied shells retiring indicative delve
drain feign earlobes probes twelve...

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Impatiently, we stand in line,
Then, at last the doors open wide.
With tickets in our hand,
We are ushered inside, one at a time.

We had hoped for seats up front,
But people push ahead.
So we wiggle into row...

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A quote from "90 North" by Randall Jarrell:
"I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from darkness -- that the darkness flung me --
is worthless as ignorance:  nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from...

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Let me……….Let me … Let me in….. Let me in, 
I want you, I miss you…… Mum!
Let me... Let me... Let me... Mum Lead me!
As something inside me is burning,
Let me be, let me! Be...

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On the high seas the clipper moves yearning with storms force
Parting away the waves splashing magic in lashing waters blue
Medusas token head on the fore beam to forswear deep ill omen  
Seeking to capture...

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Remember them who lay in rows and
rows where poppies grow, and
enjoy this life because many died, 
to make it so.  Mother's weep for a
child no more, echoing canons can be
heard in the distance, and...

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>What is poetry?  Other than words written by human hand.
In perhaps a language few understand.
For when translated, it may lose its intended flow.
My mind recalls the officer asking for reinforcements.  We are going...

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Walk does he not the specter of death, 
His saith raised high, even he himself has had
Enough killing, on the battlefield of Gettysburg,
Satan screams, stop sons of men, truly war
Is hell on earth.
Time's spiritual voices...

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"I'm going to wake up and bury my heart if you're not in it, I could never forget, so I pretend it never happened, I'll live in delusions." _ by poet.




My lingering trepidation blooms
with thoughts...

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the Manitou heathen have sunken two of your majesty's king Rupert's ships                       a...

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In war, no glory confides absolutely.
Or is resolute in its righteousness.
Its essence holds no certainties nor goal...nor future.
Clear objectives fade... Justification merely a work in progress.
Clandestine agendas drive enmity across air, sea, sand and meadow.
Misdirected.
Towards...

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my granite face with deeply creviced grief
sees dungeons buried beyond naked eyes;
to traitor's gate where victims sought relief
yet spiked as trophies for all to despise. 

The artist Turner was by me inspired 
to compose a...

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I still remember my first visit to the Coastal town
I thought I was prepared for what I'll see
But it's been even more this can't be planned
It was great I came first hand cause being told...

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WESSON
GIVES A LESSON
WITH   A   .357
DAVID SLINGS A ROCK
COP HOLSTERS A GLOCK
LIZZY BORDEN PACKS AN AXE
MAC HE PACKS THE KNIFE
BILLY BATTLES WITH A CLUB
TOMMY’S GUN IS A SUB
KELLY’S GOT ONE TOO
BAZOOKA JOE...

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JULY 4TH

I hate to say it    but
“In the old days –
        (will all the ancient folk ever tire of retelling?)
July 4th was a big BIG...

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In Honor on Remembrance Day, November 11 - Canada

Remember them who lay in rows and rows where poppies grow, and
enjoy this life because many died to make it so;
mother's weep for a child no more,...

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Your bombs and canons come late  far too late now to put together your sundered arms
         no use crying robber in Kashmir when the poor hunger...

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THE  SIX DAYS  WAR
     --------------------------------

The sweet smell of orange blossom
wafted along the sandy paths
hovered over the concrete sidewalks
and entered the open windows
shaded with green blinds

Pure sunlight seemed to engulf...

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