Long Clang Poems

I went again today ... to that place, the allurement overwhelming ... the one
we called "ours" so tritely, "mine" before you, "mine" again now, (tho' others
have doubtless staked claimed - ages before and since). I...

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In the ancient Empire of the Chrysanthemum Throne, horsemen riders from the southern regions, their steel swords close to their sides, clang heavily to their waist as they ride hard to the capital. Before their...

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Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El." We hurdle head-long above asphalt blanketed streets that are determined...

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Sweet and sassy me
I am on the floor,
  won't you come baby, come.

I love to tease, I love to kiss.
   Hush... hush... 
I love to tease, I love to please.
  ...

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In time when night turned to dawn, I could see, 
It all appeared like sheer fantasy. 
Light-hearted, I put on my office hat, 
And hurriedly in my horse carriage sat 
To drive away myself to...

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I am Flight Sgt Ramsay Roe, and my memories have faded,  
Of my experiences in Burma, and their chronological order, 
But into my memory’s deep recesses i have dug and waded, 
Although the exact...

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Pin drop,the silence was loud
Hashtag a baby is born, dead gone the mother was
Bang bang,the landlord overthrew 
Loud cries,papa had fled
Nosiy chaos was the start of it all
@JayHeart

I came into the womb like a clout...

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GUARDIAN OF HAUTE-SAVOIE

At Pointe Percee, a dragon's lair:

A hotspot where no tourist stamps their passport.
The roar of dragon’s mating, females laying eggs.
Wings of rushing waterfalls, winds of alcoholic breath.
They yearn to take flight, to frighten...

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Grey is ana in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass....

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Grey is an in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass....

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The restless night had ended
abruptly. Caught between dreams and
consciousness, the town was arching towards
the sprinkled light of dawn. A perpetual regularity 
reigned over the dusty path that led wayfarers and commuters    ...

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I think, there are ghosts.
They stay quiet, the ghosts do. Mostly quiet and invisible. You would hardly know there is one there in the room with you. They are there though. Watching, haunting really to...

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( Do you have a favorite poem of your own that you love, but that few others seem to respond to? I have posted this here and elsewhere before, but only received one short comment...

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I once wrote about fear and sorrow being that which kills us in prison
I was wrong and I was right about both, 
They do kill us
They do ruin us, 
They do give birth to despair...

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Nights of flying  dream world,
who might chase a raucous laugh,
or seek indeed  mirthful excitement,
the sort that has embroidered twists,
as is generally perceived by intention,
but epic hurdles formed in still frame, 
city snores past...

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With trembling heart, as an attempt I made 
To leap across, he woke up with a start, 
The sword fell from his lap with a sharp clang, 
A terrifying scream when made me jump, 
I...

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In the soft glow of December’s muted light,
you gather around the table, memories swirling,
not as bright as they once shimmered in your youth,
but still, they echo—a chorus of laughter fading.
You were wild then, careless as...

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I’m Onomato-pea-a
The window is my home.
I love the sounds of cooking
At day, at dusk, and dawn.

Mom clomps into the room
And clicks on every light
The curtain whooshes open,
I wake up, “No more night!”

Drawers squeak, cabinets creak
Bread...

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Community starts here
Under this tree of sprawling branches
With thighs pressed against sinuous gnarled roots,
Our heads nodding and shaking with whurring yellow leaves
Adorning our heads and fluttering off into the river beside us,
Only to stick to...

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Hungry for sure
We sat on our seats.
Hungry we were
For 'Cat In The Hat' eats.
Sally and I
And our fish on a date,
Wondering why
Such a long wait,wait,wait.
We were hungry and late
And the wait we did hate.

But after...

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Neither the clang of swords, nor the rattle of guns
Nor the devastating drop of bombs nor bomber’s motion
But a hush-hush research in quiet laboratory in a far corner
Producing mass-killing virus to infect and spread afar
To...

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Child lying
In a deep pallor
Looking out of a balcony
The last greeting
To island nature

Sunset is preparing
To surrender to the darkness
The gloomy and regal laurel
And the flight of the swifts
In the gulf and the plain

Sitting with a...

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hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space
  they break on through, sneaking inside my head
  far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes
  passengers squeezed in tight, some...

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the pinion of penetration which is pounded into your
skull at birth if you are ever so lucky enough to be
born into one of those families which hold the instrumental
notion of guilt production throughout a life...

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We are the tintinnabulating trolls
To the rock rock bottom of our nonexistent souls.
Madder than the maddest hatter,
Hear us bellow, bray, and bleat;
And we prattle pitter-patter
In our jabberwocky chatter
To a bumbulating beat.
See us zim zam zoom
As...

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