Long Channelling Poems

“The Seance” 

It was macabre you see,
we were all summoned,
and therefore found ourselves
in the front parlour of Ballylee;

In our dreams
we thought we were poets
of fabulous notoreity, 
the head ghoul set us straight on that.

The planchette...

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Channelling a King 

(A regal voice whispers)

Oh Here
She Comes

Oh Here
She Comes

Oh Blessed Be
Oh Blessed be

Tonight the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all
Who wishes to follow her

To her Faeryland

Ashera
The...

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(A lone voice whispers)

I always used to wonder
Where do Robins go to sleep

Then one dark night 
Within a deep all-consuming lucid dream

At approximately one o'clock

A beautiful deity appeared out of the mist

Wearing a blue and...

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"Send them all home" that's what they say!
"Send them back to where they came from"
"Send them back to their crap life it has nothing to do with me"
"We don't want them here"
They're just a strain,...

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Death calling

Very few are talented; gifted to discern the undetected sleeping peacefully, Whispering tightly sworn secrecy. Few are specially hand-pick curse to detect.
Numb wind- gentle breeze, cold air breathing salty rusty slightly decayed; mask in...

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By those virtues deposited in my heart;
Amiss those tandem brutal deleted parts;
Memories of prior judgment sinner wrath;
Presently mourners rants when will healing start;

Remorseful and enlighten yet still I'm sad;
There is a virus sin driven this...

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The pages meet my fingertips again
Tenderly guiding the ink, as if it were rotten bile
Channelling all away

To minimal change of my world
The illusory script does not function
To the disappointment of myself and the happiness of...

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People, we are the pulsing heartbeats,
Pumping life through this world's veins.
Our words, the rhythmic thrums,
Echoing through endless plains.

Poems, they are the arteries of connection,
Channelling thoughts from mind to mind.
Conversations, the capillaries of communion, 
Weaving bonds...

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His palette was every shade of grey
Jet black one end snow white the other
And never did a stroke touch the canvas
Before endless moments of pondering
Like a crow in a tree 
Surveying a frosted wasteland
Then swooping...

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He played the cello with such finesse
Clutching his instrument tight to his chest

As if he was channelling his very own heartbeat
    In every stroke ~ in every note 

Investing so much with...

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                             the     ...

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Life has been given me 
more times than truth would dare,
Death has passed by 
less often than once.
You say symmetry, symmetry 
prevails around here!
I beg to differ, 
the inanimate is not to fear.

Love knows no...

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Spatter, standard, seen before
Said nobody
Trajectory, tools, talent
Said the air around me
As I whisked around
Slammed, splashed and slashed
The mood of the movement 
Reflective of the observers
Doubters and believers in equal measure
Madness and genius
Talent and folly
Creation and...

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ravens croak
      applauding twilight	
larks churr
    saluting sunrise
		
a last dance over
an inverted verge.

a perpetual encounter
    the last mesh of murk
     ...

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The windmills swallowed 
Don Quixote, 
Ocean spat out Atlantis.
Nothing will surprise their hearts
Captured by stony aortas. 

The boy from family portrait on the shelf,
Dag his bitten nails into remains of rotten orange
(which left the trail...

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If anything 

I see them each morning 
standing by her statue 
at the roundabout,
Pensive, deep in prayer, 
reflective,
perhaps seeking solace
I don’t know!

Maybe searching for forgiveness 
trying to make a connection 
with their loved ones,
using her...

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Looming bells;
Celebrating marriage and love
Channelling flowers;
Overlooking for the bride;
From a distant you can smell her;
Aromatic like oracle flowers;
She walks softly and quietly;
Celebrating marriage and love
Flowers surround and hang surrounds them;
Bride to be and her groom;
Standing...

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Always fond of painting,
my preference, Realism,
I did a portrait of Bidden – 
but the nose kept going 
beyond the frame – so, with 
desire for the problem to 
tame, naturally, I got an-unnaturally
larger frame. Soon,...

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