Long Changelings Poems

Across from this municipality by the bay

I silently stand here

Looking deeply upon the open waters

Currents that make there way

Beyond the moon reflecting tide

The colourful lights....

Stillness drowns, the sounds all around

What a pretty montage, the skyline...

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Across from this municipality by the bay

I silently stand here

Looking deeply upon the open waters

Currents that make there way

Beyond the moon reflecting tide

The colourful lights....

Stillness drowns, the sounds all around

What a pretty montage, the skyline...

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Across from this municipality by the bay
I silently stand here
Looking deeply upon the open waters
Currents that make there way
Beyond the moon reflecting tide
The colourful lights....
Stillness drowns, the sounds all around
What a pretty montage, the skyline...

Read More

Across from this municipality by the bay
I silently stand here
Looking deeply upon the open waters
Currents that make there way
Beyond the moon reflecting tide
The colourful lights....
Stillness drowns, the sounds all around
What a pretty montage, the skyline...

Read More

Each year
I met September
with its calico seals of Samhain
slain in a fair death 
and bled by symptoms of naked hours
and loneliness.

I shivered with
a strange dread, 
not of predator or prey
but the threat 
of being siphoned...

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         Underworld, of changelings, 
where shadows loom,
There lies a world, vitrified, consumed,
Its surface hardened, a relic of alchelimes,
a testament to sorrow, frozen in language 
warning signs.

Once a...

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 Exist in heaven, or the spirit realm, 
Which is a level of existence 
Higher than the physical universe. ... 
God created the angels through Jesus, 
“The firstborn of all creation.”. 
Are they real, how...

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I met November;
with its calico seals of Samhain
slain in a fair death
and bled by symptoms of naked hours
and loneliness.

I shivered with
the Strange dread,
not of predator
or prey
but the threat
of being siphoned too deeply,
into phone -cord spirals;
into...

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A mom tucked in her child one night
In bliss he fell asleep
Her horror grew at day’s first light
She could not help but weep

A changeling lay in her son’s place
With wings, large hooves and tail
She scorned...

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From Birth to Hearse


‘Tis said that we are sinners - all
before we ever rise - we fall.
Is there no way to beat the curse
that follows us - from birth - to hearse?

For we are bathed...

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Angel?
Demon?
Faerie?
Witch?
Random labels
None apply.
We are all changelings
Pure and simple
Or complicated and unpure
Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events.
Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they all take a toll on us.
Changing us completely in one...

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Up in the above
roof gardens pluck air out of thoughts.
Changelings run between
brick walls
one is dead-eyed and evermore shall not see
yet it grows itself upon a dendritic tree
to hear what the empty places speak of.

Long moved...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh1m3vCCGdA

Black Princess of the night chin strapped to her violin 
she plays the notes from her memorable heart of blue 
while the moon in her sorrow spills light upon the Quin,  
she plays on,...

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Sit here and listen now.
She tells her story well.
You will too wonder how.
That these new changelings tell.
She has her maiden form.
She does have twenty more.
As quick as summer storm.
She will change body’s core.
This is my...

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The place where your butterflies flitter 
free in the meadow,
licking the ambulant stream, 
the dew from life's vessels, 
perspirant milk of purity honey- 
Bursting from out of the seams. 
The shine of the little fluttering-Bearcat,...

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Some had bank accounts taken  t'was on the news this
Situation' 
Though some reasons were given.! That these people were un-ruly
Un-shriven?
Yet that turned out a misnomer? Or a lie.?  Maybe
Just a stumer?
Let us trust...

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A madness of marigolds
cascading light
the garden gate,
a painting to protect
one from the savages of truth
an obsession
with brush strokes
irises laden
with weeping desire
changelings in poppies
granite jawed
from a hunger moaning 
with the all forgiving night
come into the gloom
spare...

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