Long Clogs Poems

      


      As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy 
metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, 
illness drools plus plus halcyon?
drawn too many wrinkles...

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still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


                ...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 3


our subject awoke 
while still dark everywhere
dark with agony 
an amputee's life...

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Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst 
Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods 
every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful 
leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog 
trench coat...

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"England and America are two countries separated by a common language." 
                          ...

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I was working my way north through Kansas,
selling hot dogs at a traveling fair,
the pay wasn’t great, but it was still a job,
and I met all sorts of people there.

We’d set up for a week...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of my memories…
my first memories (when the decade ended, I was...

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The Holy Spirit through our souls searches
and in despair silently He cries:
there are so many Pharisees in churches,
exhibiting hypocrisy and lies.

About Christ abundantly they know,
their knowledge they're happy to parade,
but not His holy image they...

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They channelized the news
the quick zapped flash of fact undeniably
taking the opportunity by storm
by the contortions of varsity
they proclaimed so devoutly
the new acceptable norm
of an already butchered normality

And who with applause
with the legalized blurb
of an...

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There's a feeling of sadness
Mixed with a wistful awe
As we pick our careful way
Across a rubble strewn floor.
An eerie sort of half light,
As though hiding from the day,
Hiding our history until
It's finally thrown away.

This building...

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I live in a very small very old village
In England where everyone knows your name
But what makes the place rather odd
Is the locals who are very strange.

There's Gina the window cleaner
Her bum the size of...

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I raced through my chores, braided my hair in cornrows
Meticulously washed my body, daub the back of my ears
The insides of my elbow, and my wrist, with my then cheap perfume
There my pulse beat, no...

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hypothetically I know the reason you telling me that I'm the reason... the real reason you
telling me that your sick of straight missing me it’s just a season,

Like every time I foul up, make up,...

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Are there ghosts on Hessle Road
Do the bell bottomed boys
Slide quietly into Rayners
For the pint, the craic, the noise.
Do their pockets still jingle
Until, having spent it all
It's again through the Bullnose
To pursue the ghostly trawl.

Do...

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Panic


At a young age I was given eyes to see something I could not comprehend.
Given ears to hear things unbelievable. Unimaginable.
Things that exist in movies, futuristic hopeless movies. Where the grim white smiling mask is...

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Let's listen to the Adamantite who radiates his glow
Although he may be riddled with cracks that are deep
They never reached the center, they never went that low
Instead of tarnishing his worth, they inprove him indeed...

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OLD AL
Off we go to the pub to see Alice Cooper in his own tribute band.                   ...

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There once was a frog who wanted to wear shoes
out of the swamp he left and off to a cobbler's shop
with no time to lose. The grasshoppers and crickets
at him they did laugh, for why...

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Denizen of abyssal labyrinth,
legendary ancient Wyrm seeks succour
within prodigious sepulchral cavern:
her domicile for an ageless lifetime.

Ethereal shafts cascade through ceiling's
stochastic rifts, piercing tenebrous tomb;
vicious viscous scarlet smears juxtapose
against shimmering iridescent scales.

Aeons past, Faustian pact formed...

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Down on the farm, me as a shorty, I certainly never thought of bein in my 40s.
My Mom and Dad were usually pretty busy, so I liked to fiddle, and diddle, but I 
never did...

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Early morn' the clicking of clogs on the cobbled streets
The fish baskets collecting, on these cold harbour walls
It is here the fish wives gather for their morning greets
These fish; fresh as can be, from the...

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The  village  where  my  father was  born.
After  so  many  years
Still  not   changed
Except  that    electricity   arrived  there ,
The...

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Italia we strolled the country side throughout 
the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone 
ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to 
the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases 
that covered scented walk ways...

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The Universal Dream 

All the world indeeds a stage we are just the players
 Filter through your mind so sublime it erupts
 The thick debris that clogs are thoughts can't be retrieved
 We sought an...

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In opposition they criticize all that is wrong
and all that is good, according to their agenda.
They put clogs in wheels, aided by defiant unions
and often bringing the country to a standstill
with senseless strikes and organized...

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