Long Cloven hoof Poems

agonizingly dutifully didst wait
to distract anticipatory anxiety,
(analogous to an expectant father)
while protracted procedure promised
nothing short of a millennium

whereby echoing thru the corridors of time
olly olly gluten free ranging NON GMO, oxen
oiled lubricated cloven hoof
nsync cup...

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(an All Poetry feat to walk in 
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)

Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much of North America favored rustic

visual whirled wide webbed watercolor
waiting afield...

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New Jersey was still a king’s colony
in the 1700s when Mrs. Leeds
awaited the birth of child thirteen.

In pain during labor she cried a curse!
The Quaker is claimed to have given birth
to a son of Satan’s...

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The graveyard is brighter than usual this night
With snow tinted blue in the full moon’s light
He climbs from his grave for his Halloween walk
But cloven hoof-prints in the snow make him baulk

For right here and...

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Do you hear your bones break, feel your mangled heart?
The desire for pain has ripped you apart
Your soul has been tortured, bludgeoned and maimed
Those dark eyes cannot disguise the heartache and pain
You are filled with...

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 I took a hike in Bramble Bog,
and reveled in the croaking frogs;
the singing crickets and river song,
were lovely, so I whistled along.

By the river, on a great cypress branch,
upon which, I chanced to glance,
sat...

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Oh! Sleep come claim me for thine own
My mind it wanders far and deep
To distant lands and shores unknown
Far beyond this castle keep

To fight for God on land and tide
To make the heathen understand
My kindred...

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SPRING-HEELED JACK 

Spring-Heeled Jack was a very odd chap, 
And a very odd chap was he. 
His eyes glowed like a pyre, 
He wore batman’s attire. 
He was frightful not least 
Because from the mouth...

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O harlot of colored scarlet hath divided the spoils
The wealthy, well oiled, prophesy uncertainty 
Thee measures of  barley spoil not the oil or wine
heavenly leaven is unmeasured, care to take a wager
A bird in...

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Oh, Lord, have mercy for I am undone
I'm lost and lonely please send me someone
I turn and I wander and cannot believe
I've lost my bearings on this Christmas eve

I should be with Santa for I'm...

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I saw you in a dream with wicked eyes;
I saw you perched atop the eaves with a cloven hoof.
You took flight but left a rancid scent dispersed.
Through the night until we woke side by side-
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Sponsor	FRANK H.
Contest Name	WHAT ANNOYS YOU

Ancient evil never leaves us,
returning constant as the rain,
slave of the 2 horned demon,
using people,weak of brain,

causing pain for the many,
pitiless, so wreathed with smiles,
bending truth, beguiling any,
truth, will have to...

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When, from the spleen of creation's glory, smoke rose 
A dust cloud of cloven hoof stampeding, 
Rolled in salutation across the panorama 
Of the bodies smashed and bleeding. 
In the shrieking siren bawl receding, 
Blackout...

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