Long Chronicle Poems

Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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"Conceits"



Such conceits
as veils between 
our windowed worlds 
torn torrential incomplete

mayst thou watch and learn 
the one I spawned, 
strength beats weakness
carried soft and harsh

one direction or the other
strength and weakness
both carried soft and harsh
ego and...

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In It,  I Saw Prometheus Chained And Bound


I was reading Salinger's, "Catcher In The Rye" 
A follow up from Leo Tolsty's,  "War and Peace"
I heard a voice say, "seek wisdom before you die"
Remember...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass

circa June 20th, 2022
prompted me to stutter 
self addressed rapid fire gesundheit
nsync with, spluttering
“I don't have any allergies!”

An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty...

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Written 14  October For:
No. 1249 New Poetry Only Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand 

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ANIMOSITY VESSEL :

Here she sit at her thresholds corner;
Looks pity but craving to blow a vandal,
Crazely permitting no one to untie her shameful sandal,
Eagerly wish people swallowed by scandal.
Chameleon her pseudonym screamed from the huddle;
Many...

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The unrealistic acts we put on to manipulate one another, living and sleeping with active minds. The act of evil smelling over the surrounding, guilt brightly sparkling on our visages without pardon we step on...

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Hey
Hey you
sitting there
sitting there and staring at the screen
reading another tale from me
a chronicle to my life
Please don't sit and ponder my composition
please don't sit and ponder my inquisition
for I need your mind to form...

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THE POET’S PANEGYRIC

“There’s someone I knew with talent unleashed
and a heart that had for so many relentlessly reached
This poet sought inspiration from the living and the dead
But I can tell you this about the poet...

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Grow old along with me:
The best is yet to be!

1
See! Ben Ezra stares Rubaiyat in the eye,
	In a debate so hot and ever fresh;
Their porters seem in the semels to lie!
	Are they also gone or...

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The wind of time wobbled me,
My heart quivered in fear.
My tree has lost its roots,
My flowers of hope withered,
And got rustled by wind.
My passion was becoming faint,
And my mind in total turmoil.
I looked towards the...

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He rose from his half-finished whisky,
and set out, clear out of town.
Blackjack would be very keen to know
what the soft, little clerk had found.

Gil rode back out into the desert,
retracing where he previously went.
Finding the...

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Someone should write a 
poem, for all the dead and  
dying;
Of how inside their homes, 
the blood is red and drying. 
Of how night came upon 
them, with flames and 
desolation.
Of faces fraught with...

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Freedom
We are off the chain, 
But we let up the rein. 
Endurance flows through our veins, 
But we still live in pain and disdain. 

We have much, 
We gain less. 
We hold the torch, 
But...

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I felt as though I have been stranded in America
for  more than a century
wearing the same old clothes on my  battered back 
wearing  threadbare shoes on my tired feet
singing the same old...

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"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her 
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King...

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I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm

To chronicle tales of my hearts longings 
And...

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“But by the grace of God I am what I am…” 1Corinthians 15:10 of the King James Bible

Let me tell you a story…

It is neither fiction nor fantasy
since the main character is yours truly…

Anchored upon...

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Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like...

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Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like...

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Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like...

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"Revolutions"




7

We are all for the Fall
in the seasons of His hands
where He pulls in the strings 
of all His puppets 
calling in cold legions 
in a bitter Winter bleeding
before Spring arrives again
bathed in Light
and a...

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