Long Changeling Poems

 
Erlenkönig also pushed forward the idea of the Council of Six.
Which was a wonderful idea in theory.  The council eventually became the
most powerful force in the Elfin Clans, one representative from each of...

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Wait until you meet Lucinda Shaw
Curious how many said this to me.
People reported her with a bit of awe,
Forecasting maybe I would fully see.
Depth of her soul which was unusually old.
I did too. She was...

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Transformer-changeling, 
liquid currency of purchasing. 
Themes
Selling us your wares as we wade in your maelstrom pool.
Accentuating my cares.
Dreams.
Weave for me-from your electric spool.
Your hourglass adbdomain spin(e)-dling, fondling, sifting, and gonduling me to my destination azul.

Capture...

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Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner 
Was a mere shell of what was once a man.
He was shackled to the wall of his own design
By the love of his lady so fair,...

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the bittersweet silent story of my life age
fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast 
     in indelible (yet never washed out) beige
indistinguishably linkedin, when counting 
     the last three...

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Don’t try to reason with them
or you will be called ULTA MAGA!

Never try facts or logic to dissuade them
or you will be labeled ULTRA MAGA!!

Forget discussing social issues with them,
for you will be called a...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put to sleep
under the celestial lights
Souls with eyes and minds closed...

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I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty. 
My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table.
My fleece radiates guiltless white, bestowed like a lamb, fresh 
upon its mother. And...

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Gone are those times,  if ever such times were seen
When rustic shepherds shepherd their flock on nutritive green
Shepherds now lead their sheep to calamity and damnation
But today, the sheeps cry out for urgent and...

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The beautiful obsidian butterfly A kachina doll                            ...

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An eerie mist spreads across the swampy moors,
At midnight's tolling hour, beware peasant or royal,
Whom travels the hidden roads and lost by ways, lit
From the light of the elliptical moon.
Here underneath illusions dark shroud, cryptic...

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Closer now we inch to peek
Our face pressed to the window pane
Reach out? We won't, just gaze oblique
A fool's attempt to ascertain
A solid veil through which we see
and yet through which we will not pass
So...

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Argent moons myriad known, beneath an endless zenith sky
When hotter suns unaltered and stars ruled as aperture fever of a night
Around a fire this Naabeeho song begun, sung louder than a heaven's choir
As “Soaring Feather”...

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On the late night train away from sense
and into the midnight wasteland,
Old Lady Morbidica vomited blood,
I swore it was the blood
of unsuspecting travelers.
She bent her back, then sank to her knees,
and spewed into plastic bags,
it...

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Some wanted to be tigers.  The angels talked a few out of it,
Two were led away, because they had a ridiculously silly hissy fit.
Six were given tiger-status, and sent to an Indian village.

I hoped...

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Gathering in the restaurant and the essence so bliss
A table of privacy is something we can all miss
Only table left was a table to fit four
Being alone at meal times was something today no more
Dr...

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one moonlit night i was spawned, 
a fallen angel with desecrated wings...
a changeling child, my eyes glistening menace...
and God shuddered when he saw me, 
raised his arms across the heavens, and spoke:
"and then...." he said...
"and...

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The Humane thing to do  What?                            ...

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Captivating rhythms and acoustics
Forged through repetitions of worlds creations
An unfathomable force ever in existence
Expressed in a singular performance

Living each day until your last to fulfil a talent
Although talent is never enough, you were defiant 
In...

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envenom! **** and enslave.
   tether to your flesh, me. 
   abandon, scourge and punish:
   wreak debauchery and hell
   on my palpitating flesh of marble. 

  ...

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Part 4 of my "Image" series..


Treacherous, back stabbing,
a troubled changeling.
no host, pure demoniacal.
Mit Wobet,
begins his vicious cycle.

Monica Mcmichael,
high spirited, 
humble.
She stumbles upon
this pretty man,
smooth, well educated
with a staff in his hand.

    ...

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His policy views shift randomly
with the ever changing political winds
Whatever he ousted yesterday — 
tomorrow, presto change-o ... 
tweetle de dum, it’s blowing back in

Mirror, mirror chimera,
a thousand faces that constantly change
Mirror, mirror chimera,
your countenance...

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And in the well-worn ache
of turning mourning,
there are no more tears-
for all is beauty-lathed
misery, held unswathed,
without fearing to uptake
hope's new sculpted shape.
A changeling exchanged
while flailing naked
in it's abyssal state.

And wholeness excises, to demean
only fruitless shoots,...

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Another year has marched out of my life.
A crusading warrior making his way back home,
Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake.
Trampled valleys where dreams once stood.

In the beginning, the year tiptoed in,
Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes.
Ideas, floating...

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The piano screams my name
No body knows my pain
Out on a stormy day
What else does your story say

As we exist 
through a code of known morals
Who can strip 
the back of a snake corralled
Pleasantly awaken...

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