Long Chronicled Poems

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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In a world where I do not exist,  
stars will still glow like sequins of lilac.  

Nightingales would serenade hope,  
fields of fickleness would fade,  
unfolding grains of gold in bloom,...

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Ho, ho, ho! 

There is this well written article, the link which I gladly give down below,
It is a most beautifully written anecdote of a traveler's tale for well it showed...
A funny side of Malaysia...

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Written: March 08, 2025

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The silence keeps us apart— 
quivering quietly near the cusp of dawn, 
when hushed voices disappear.
It can be both tumultuous and challenging—
dark, dynamic,...

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" Human Campfire Legacy ... "

( Gen. 2: 4 / Gen. 3: 24 / Ex. 13: 21 )
( Ex. 3: 2 / Rev. 22: 5, 6 )


All & Every Family of Man
Must Have Gathered Around...

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It’s a journey to be reconciled with the past,
especially when one’s life still carries the wound;
it’s like a running sore that permeates the soul,
a gigantic barrier, an impediment in any way.

God’s promise, “The light shines...

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Dusk marks stygian depths of this eldritch eve quay grim specter beneath the moon's silvery sheath surf cleaves with a hiss as the banshees keen weave lure to the thicket where shadows deceive yet beckoning...

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There is a place inside the woods where I wound up one night
Way up in the mountains where I went to get a bite
Circumstances led me there the day my car broke down
I thought I’d...

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Martinique is in our history too
Not just in our blood
Because Josephine seduced him
To make us reap more bitterness
From the ferment of the sugarcane
Martinique was also his home
His native shore
Long before Paris
It was his Algerian door
But...

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It is the latest news that even claimed attention there in London...
A video clip somewhere in the city, the central part being redly encircled...

Drawing attention to the running digital display of a statement...
Of an Opposition...

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"A photograph is a moment frozen in time . . ."

It is a family gathering
in the photograph I have found
of me as a baby and my beautiful mother
holding me in her arms;
   ...

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life is understood backwards while it moves forth

          memories epiphanies hindsight and full vision

            ...

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Lines of steel stale with rust
Eavesdropping on former voices
That echo long forgotten stories
Of Hobo's and their riding blind choices

Rails drumming a steady pulse
Somewhere between thunders deafening pitch
And piercing squeals of halting mass
A symphony of the...

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half seen in the shadows
a film of images
monlit velvet. blue deep
a pale stone in the dark
a glitter of water:
the days end
   voices far afield

light of sunrise
   the stillness
a rainbow awakens
 ...

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New World Order; Psychological Warfare

Split minds, souls at unrest; UFOs or USOs? 
Wealth, lost in the wash, fear-mongering media, 
indoctrinated control. Listen here, listen there. 
Do what you are told. Lost, chock full of filth....

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The gift he gave her on their wedding night before they drifted off to sleep
was a book…an empty book…which she didn’t get to keep.

I will keep this book, he told her and throughout life’s different...

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"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it." Psalm 127:1 of the King James Bible

 Behold me…
marked with awesome affectionate hues 
exuding family love
radiating bliss of eternal security bonding 
triumphantly...

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In Cities in Flight
transformations are chronicled over generations.
It can make us cry
out for the genius occurring
now and in our past. How
the unseen, unknown participant
was made known to himself
through devotion to those outside himself. He
guides his...

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When men tell a story 
They only state the facts
But women add color commentary
For its more than just white and black
We mention those hidden figures
Our fellow sisters in Christ
We call them by their given names
Their...

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Now drips the juices off a knife pierced heart
Emerged from a cocoon 
Filled with pain
Your love had brought me out to the noon
Warm sun no more rain
Without you there’s no four letter word
Without you my...

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Pangs of disappointment grip me now
as I think about certain things at work
an uphill endeavor, a total dedication
to what my vocation asks me to perform.

I see how in the parish setting grows
those relationships and actions...

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Anything but bread

I bumped into a man named Fred
And listened to each word he said
A story I was soon to dread
For all he talked about was bread

In detail he spoke every slice
Some made of wheat...

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I Am A Book
By David J Walker

I am a book of Unread pages
I am a book

	I am a book Written in stages  in
A travel log On a road called Time
With the foreign stamps Of...

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Born and raised in Brooklyn,
with a poetic heart to write.
Anticipated in making friends,
all poetic forms bring him delight.

With a love for ice skating,
at the Franconia Notch Lakes.
Inspiration is set to verse,
from the photographs he takes.

He...

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Different choices,
Life unfolds,
Choose your own ending,
Carve out your void.
Twin flames,
Similar paths,
Shared trauma,
Halves of the same soul.
I learned my twin flame had died—
Or should I say,
She was silenced as she cried,
Overwhelmingly divine.
Uncanny karmic frequencies,
Simplest rendition,
Union of...

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