Long Caspian Poems

Q:  Who actually begins the Gog and Magog war in Ezekiel 38:1-3

A:  The word of the Lord came to me. "Son of Man, set your face against Gog,
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I waited
Under the outspread foliage
Of the banana tree, 
With ripening fruits dangling precariously, 
Wondering, 
With eyes set on the earth, 
Wishing I understood
This everlasting madness.
To what end would man go,
To what end? 
A mystery it...

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A BUTTERFLIGHT’S MR. RIGHT

Last night was television and going to sleep at eight
You were exhausted even though it wasn’t very late
So upon your pillow placed placidly lay comforted by soft
Until your weakened eyes closed and...

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Silent Lies and Deception


In the silence of murky waters
There slithers oily snakes of the night
Wearing masks of deception
Beware of fools singing with Stalin’s tongue

The KGB shall set you free
Drowning you in the river Volga
The cold...

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A place where the forgotten still roam free;
of creatures and lands that once used to be.
The doorway to here could be any where;
to a time of myths and legends thought rare.

I see them, playing out...

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The great Kings and Queens have now returned
to a time and a land so foreboding and spurned.
Since the time they had left what could have gone wrong?
For what had once been, all Narnia now longed.

Little...

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When I die will I have known I took a trip to Dubai?
Or when I once sailed along the Caspian Sea
Will that time and place remember me?
Will I have known I toured the African plain?
Or...

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FANTASY WORLD 2


In the field all alone,
Adorned by the wind blowing,
I lay down to stretch my bones,
Looking up the sky,
Seeing glittering stars,


The clouds moving.
Light moved towards a direction,
Bringing to presence a seemingly human figure,
I pushed...

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PALMWINE

The tapper ascends the height,
To get it from the palm sap,
The height he descends having the mysterious gift of nature,
Crystal like the caspian sea.



Grey hairs with their cups at hand,
Ready to taste the feeling of...

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Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,

there, where Oka merges to Volga

and already flows farther downstream, 

to the Caspian sea, 

an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier 

on high coast of...

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It is my most special place on earth 
and no one knows that but me
Who knows where this log has been 
before it washed in from the sea

Did it rest of the shores of Alaska...

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Implement mayhem and dismantle consciousness manipulate hallucinations 
with spiritual fornication. Psychopathic hypnosis under ominous fury with 
amusement and menace crying out for crimson redemption. Annihilation brings 
instant gratification a pretense to disturbing infatuation. Sacred similarities...

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Water Hand Pump
I wonder whence the pipe goes?
Underground Niagra, Mississippi or Caspian Sea?
Working the Up-Down Handle like Punching a PIN,
A Subterranean ATM of Cool Crystal Quench,
Sometimes the Handle Ignores Rapid Work,
Just as Licking a Stamp,...

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Ruslan is Caucasian and he’s my true blood brother
Unlike me, he has a rare Herculean body, and mind
Strong and bold he is, yet gentle; tall, and yet humble
Letting his shadow walks in to lowly, unrhymed...

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Panthira tigris,
gone extinct.

The way of the Caspian,
the Javan and the Bali.

Forgotten in history;
to be replaced
...by man's folly.

The majestic, muscular
orange facade.
Peppered with black
and spicy shag.

...And those legendary fangs,
which haunt our dreams.

Disappeared, never to be seen.

Tomorrow's youth...

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The Thylacine, the Caspian tiger, 
the Caribbean monk seal…

As these beasts disappear,
the most cruelty-vorous species appears. 

They are homologous with humans
but their bearings are too brutal.

Though plenty in Asia, 
their habitats are found in all...

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COME HOME SOLDIER 

 
No more sounds of tanks, 
The rain of bullets has seized, 
Grenades are no more fund, 
Remove your helmet and lie down, 
Let the peaceful breeze calm your head, 
The era...

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The gift of life
is a word unspoken

Hurried words
are buried words,
made of glass,
that burst into
into orange tangerine
flames, as words
singe the earth

Words are buried
deep beneath the
pinecone trees,
like a wood beetle,
digging for words unspoken

Words should never die
because they...

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Over land and sea 
bright stars twinkle 
reflecting memories 
back to me the warm 
breeze singing me tuneful 
melodies I crave the sullen 
hints of morning dew near dawn 
a playful harmony tasting 
the black...

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