Long Cantilever Poems

Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of 
Bloods, who immolated their lives to you.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the...

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A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the...

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Trial and Terror

Tim had tried most everything else

	waiting hoping procrastinating

		meditation introspection ‘extro-neglection’

defence contraptions of all sorts and the 

	whole self-help spirit enclave palaver and yet 

		he still felt like a cadaver a rotting ‘thing’ of...

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The sign he reads out loud, “There’s holes ahead.”
The Rip Van Winkle Bridge quite disturbs me.
A story book that’s come to life — with head
To lose. My dad inches along bravely.

The chickens must brood o’er...

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With a huge geometry of bones and ribs
my father stands amidst us,
like an age-old iron pillar,
high durable, tensile and unbrittle
he is, the lonesome cantilever.

Though I know not,
perhaps he could be in immense pain,
or suffering from...

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A bold and burly bridge, beams of cantilever.
Pillars of concrete ridge, confluence of the river.

The callipers however quiver..
"Hey distant shores," shrieked the bridge with shiver.
"Shake your hands, you're so close, reach out to your neighbour.

The...

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I think of my ancestors building you,
Tying and placing tree-trunks, like girders, in queue;
They constructed you, then, with stones,
Twisted, turned, criss-crossed, hung, dangled in zones;
Road bridge, railway bridge, gate bridge, bay bridge,
You  resembled longest...

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I never studied the downed limbs before Sandy. 
I was savoring the muscle burn from herringboning my way up a hill or fretting over a ping in my back, the price of macho competitions in...

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Thorns about the snow 

Cantilever tombstones
Gathered in a row
Broken bits of someone else’s deed

Weeds are overgrown 
Thorns about the snow
Endless come the struggles as you bleed

Ravens are amassing
High above the trees
Searching for remaining shards of...

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Than this morning

Cantilever wishing wells
Long about the winding path
Clover is the foot print maker
Sunlight brings a hearty laugh

Skies will whisper if you listen
Music plays upon the field
Breezes blow the horns of springtime
Blooms about the mountain...

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Hidden, perched on high,
The Peregrine Falcon echolocates the
bird-in-flight warning song.
Only when intercept is optimal, takes flight.
Soaring over 100mph, wings and claws
cantilever for precise capture.

There is no app I follow, only the rhythms
of nature my Father...

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