Long Cloister Poems

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

The Final Days:  Rosalia’s Death and Destruction
In the wake of such evil, debauchery and depravity what can be said now in the case of...

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Rosalia - The Evil Witch of the Harz, Part Four

Rosalia’s Date with Destiny and the Power of Light and Goodness
It is said that the Almighty Lord God works in very mysterious ways . . ....

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Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious...

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today I exist as a vapor then I am no more
some may equate logic for fear that brings nothing near
my chest is heavy and my pulse is setting in
yesterday was such an easy game we...

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wobbling
   earth
      Phoebus
          slipover
               &
...

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This Year’s Champion

It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands 
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue...

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gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands 
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue velvet bag
But...

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Each cock that crows in the morning
mourns the death of dusk.
The silent sunrise reminds sages of the 
reality of human mortality.
Thirsty, mother-earth drinks the teardrops 
from the soiled skies;
ever hungry, the garden feasts on ...

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There, mustardseed scatter’d on firm cement
Frank’s sense all but gone as architect-
ural borders take shape: the cloister sports 
Blue-green algae tanks | engineer-BREW
  guard’d by python & html 
Biomedical men GIVE IT | in...

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Fog enters a nature walk without invitation;
Creating a rhythmic step as a new sensation.
The fog creeps slowly along on tiptoes of dew,
Hushed in the after dawn, leaving behind no clue.
It appears out of nowhere like...

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In between mental boundaries,with new fathoming’s to founder.Surreptitiously approaching, one’s ownunconscious mind colloquy.Looking for the entrance,introspectively the door is not there,so how to circumvent this block?Did they just naturally imagine this,compartment subconsciously?Expressing this waggle dance...

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In a vast universe, I am one, all alone,
Mere speck that I am,  in a quest you may know.
Filled once again so many questions to ask,
that are timeless and ancient, since origin of man.

I'm...

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Air smelling lavender lily, in splash of wild flowers.
Bowers of rustic rosebuds, first love fragrance hours.
Cloudless skies exalt blue, fuzzed in luscious green.
Daffodils of yellow beams, bloom with night jasmine. 
Ephemeral path of blue birds,...

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just a little more time is all where asking for
just a little uncertainty can bring you down
falling emblems that drape the nomadic tapestry
in conclaves of dwarfed resolution of pillars of thought
where do we begin when...

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What is a square, a shape, container quadraphonics, a traditional rollerskate
What is an atrium, a fireplace, a closet
What is a boxing ring, a gymnasium, blackboard 
What are a checkerboard, deck cards, crossword puzzle, jigsaw puzzle,...

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IF     ONLY     RAIN     WOULD  

I   always desired  Rain - but this girl needed   freedom  light as...

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Beyond cloister walls surrounding my heart,
   Lies the deep well of my immortal tears.
Shrouded by darkness while cloaked by love’s art,
   My crimson heart’s trapped in my body’s mere.
Chambers of tissue...

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Darkness Reigns
The dark has settled and I am at my height
of delicious evil as I rage through the Earth this night.
A basement of torture in the East, where I relish the lash,
in the market of...

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Enter your grave, as though a pilgrim, full of smile,
Within satin muslin decked coffin, sleep peaceful,
May death, the deathless (?), feel ashamed of his sly guile...!

Tomb, the womb of nature, has its grandeur and style,
Ask...

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Did raised hands show religious fervor new?
Don Jose, Dona Rose Marie thought so.
Don Jose gave his wife a smile that grew,
and Rose Marie returned his smile with glow.
The convent time had made her pious, lo
all...

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Barely eight and avid of pure spirituality,
I frequented the garden of a monastery
with marble statues reminiscing their glory;
silent eyes of cold stone--their untold story.

In this cloister, pious nuns tended to infants 
with bony cheeks and...

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How I take pride when you come to my side 
You can't stay away, and I sway as you play
Running your fingers over my peekaboo veil of lace
My emerald covering of grace…
I tremble as you...

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