Long Coagulating Poems

"The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads"



Words these days are seldom Red
like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan,
sentences are scattered, stuck in Go Nowhereland,
semi-solid, immovable coagulating gelatinous, turning dark...

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He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoking, yet undeterminate in any reason with...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant...

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Spider’s Rigging
“I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind
on the morning of April 24, 1895 was fair, at noon I weighed
anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the...

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While waiting but not watching for the sun to set, perhaps the bullfrogs are creating the shadows with their croaks, my friend screams out because he has been bitten by a fly. He is not...

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Whilst listening out for the pitching and
cresting frequency of the turbines and
blades from the wind farm upon 
Frankenstein's castle on the hill

Mistress of the pale rose deftly ballet
dancing the breeze from the inside out
of a...

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The seconds drift into minutes,
cascade into hours.
Relativity floats subtly past
and pools around perspective’s
esophagus.
Waiting is the fierce tick
of a sequestered heart.
Tracking time,
by counting blood cells sailing
through a clotting current.
Labored lungs grasp at
tiny red buoys,
flagged with markers...

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Tips slide on smeared plastic
A decision is mulled 
With a mantra of “Ah”
A muscle curls on lips

A ritual is completed
A summoning has been made
A Wizard scribes a spell
And stabs a wand into parchment

An alchemist perspires...

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I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want...

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NOTE ON THE POEM 

Suicide ideation torments and afflicts the lives of millions of people around the world. In my own life, the pain and torment of suicidal thoughts drove me in desperation to God;...

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The image reveals to its audience, four light slices of tall, stale bread
Being held upright alongside five glasses of warm, thickening honey
Filled to the very rim, coagulating as the bread stales due to time’s extended...

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Are there medical treatments to cure this disease? Will clinical trials shine a light on
this sickness? Will exploratory surgery find the source of where it all began? Will
radical and controversial experiments result in new ways...

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 'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'   

A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams

ROSE OF SHARON

Voyage of repatriated petals, dipped in silver and gold,
continental drifting through coagulating clouds...

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Sometimes I wonder if anyone
Truly believes in a God–
A Greater Being, typically benevolent 
Who watches + waits + whispers. 
Sometimes I wonder if everyone
Clings to this idea for the comfort–
The need, animalistic + entirely human,
Of...

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(inhale)

aim, undetermined ...
what purpose do I serve?
what is poetry’s primal essence?!?
my words only
cover pages that ghost
the spaces of better intention ...
that garland upon
my brow bleeds 'neath the
clawing shadows of
naked branches, thorns twisted
and braided with the
lightness...

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I watched the blood flow
poetry dripping
coagulating in pools of misery
How could a genius be so careless?
Shaving away our humanity
filtering it through an inebriated brain
Poems in the thousands
orchestrated in the ordinary
Crushing
Truthful
yet not quite right
Genius exacts a...

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Patrick Kail

 
There are silent deeds which needs be done.The sorts of which the Wicker Man would whisper well in a whetstones way.As a well honed edge waits in stealth for the prideful whelp who...

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God  created our world
from a marvel words and sentences,
from one right and deep expression
that trembled,stressed and reformatted at all 
the deepest foundation of this existence.

That had been found and announced  
and light separated...

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Silver-lined beckoning moon beams
dance along, disquieting sacred ground
unmasked by truth, barefoot unencumbered
broken promise-laden blue eyes.

You whispered flame into existence
as if a stark naked sheath of sparkling
midnight velvet skies, haunted in surreal angst 
revealing the beauty...

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The timing of the word `blessing'
missteps, 
trips over minute and hour hands.
The unwelcome must leave a note
on an open door and slip away.
There are no apologies
only shelved claw marks.
The infant is smuggled away,
snuggled into an...

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When everything else is dark except for the moon, 
starlight flickering through the forest trails , 
when no human being stays awake, 
on days the werewolf howls

Water seeping through the forest canopy
The rain drizzling in...

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“A penny for your dread?”
Bequests the breath of what is dead.

A wretched reek bequeathed by foul beasts,
Whose beaks do spread the fuel of feasts.

Lack in threat by the vacant mind,
Despite the curse of that which...

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For the past I pray in the tumorous night gone heavy and long,
Churning in the chirp of the tree frog’s soporific song.

The air thickens like cream churned thicker into butter,
Spinning in the muttered fumes of...

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Into the Blue


Pain faded into the blue
purplish clots
pooling beneath welted skin

interstitial fluids coalescing,
coagulating, collecting
swallowed tears.

Day had broken the grasp
opened the ever-locked door
taunted the terrified

incited the torment
of acquiescence -
silenced  anger.

No locks barred open doors
chains hobbled...

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