Long Compasses Poems

A dream of a Rainbow coloured family

In the ocean there is a raging storm 
And a lot of boats 
With rudders that are shattered,
Compasses lost, sails that are torn.
And dreams that are faded or tattered
With...

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Night one on the new river, the campfire is spirited
and the future appears hospitable,
everyone has their rations, everybody is resting their pride
for on an expedition epic to each man and for a republic as well
souls...

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For those who walk Your chosen way a world of dreams its glamour throws!
So be it then, so let us pass, let other nations hold the sway—
When we are gone, reproach us not that tawhid...

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Love has us immeresed,
in an endless fathom.
Like tears that fall to the sea.
A symbol of loves' fleeting-
Phantom- 
bemused unto the deep.

Our understanding, 
a shifting current,
carrying us to some far shore-
Between summit and sands,
of the Isle...

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Oh the images we freeze in time

the sweet, sweet scents that bring recall

the sharp and painful longing that belongings bring

for those lost or lingering on sheets of lavender

on shelves of shaving mugs - Old Spice

soap...

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uniting farcical flocks all over the world,
gregarious garments, talismans & 
little good luck charms required by religions
to ward off “evil spirits,” to separate man
from “god,” or to just protect the fuzzy sheep
from the rest of...

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Here are four survivors of a rocket that had crashed.
For a great distance, they had walked through rain that had splashed
so long, and so hard, that everything was turning white.
The downpour continued steadily through day...

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I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.

Why do you want to wonder 
about something as curious as that,
dear?

Oh, I don't recall, really.
It just came up in conversation a...

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Lost my kids once just for a  minute or so in the fair:  needle in haystack.
Busy and purposeful Sunday morning. Fascinating bee hive but I wanted my kids back

Thought they were next to...

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Give  them  clear    mountain   lakes,   	
Kid-friendly  swimming  holes,	
Rafts,  canoes,  and  sailboats;        	
Dads  and...

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MARKET    IN    BRITTANY,     FRANCE

Lost my kids once just for a  minute   or so  in the market:   needle in haystack.
Busy...

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Ice Ages Come With Colder Days
By February March moves on to centuries
Still the sky comes laden with atmospheric vapor
As light as ice, clouds abundance falls to the ground
As thaw fails to gather life’s potential 

If nature could take her pulse...

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The moments we share are a gift,
uniquely qualified.
A magnetic shift, of consciousness, 
of honed homing sense equalized.

Through the protective layers it
sifts, like the hungry for a meal.
Moments weigh us in the balance
like a scale, 
scaling...

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A compass is an instrument that guides.
Using this technology the ancients followed the stars outside.
We as Christians in this world have lost our moral compass.
Teaching vulgar subjects in schools, our true faith is in the...

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How does it feel when a loved one turns on you? 
When you shared your hopes and dreams wishing 
they would all come true? 

How does it feel when lies are being told about 
you?...

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Let’s scale heights
Let’s leap over buildings
Let’s skid over roof tiles
Let’s stay out of sight
Wear masks, a cape
Carry weapons of our choice

Let’s pretend to be kings
Wear a crown of paper
Assume we are the entitled
Wave sticks instead...

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You are beloved , eclipseing all of men
removing from us errors , and took all us in
you could see beyond soil, which covered all of we
and when we were uncovered , the fruit that we...

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The Demise of a Good Keen Man

                The Good Keen Man was a hunter in Government employ
   ...

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Surely, Sherlock was rooted in the home.
But his ruby slippers
Had worn-out souls
So the jaded detective
Followed Fitzgerald and the lost generation.
But somewhere in between chapters
And the thicket of printed syllables,
He took a wrong turn
And found himself...

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Give them clear mountain lakes,   
And kid-friendly swimming holes,	
Rafts, rowboats, and canoes;        
Dads and sons with fishing poles.
Give them clear night skies,    ...

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On the loom of existence, our saga unfolds, 
Lives woven in controversy; a story is told. 
A symphony of chaos, a dance of extremes, 
A canvas painted with a myriad of dreams.

In life’s maze of...

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Days, goes, in day another days, strawberry, spirit, to honour
Ignite old tyres, that is, choke in lung, keep in the mouth your water “ I don’t know” 
Apologetic orchid, which grow up on the tree
Legs...

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The Ocean
What is there to say about the ocean 
except that it’s deep and blue
And if you listen closely
 you can hear it speak to you.
It will tell you of the creatures 
that call it’s...

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THE SHIPWRICKERS:

The passengers don't feel okay with the rider,
As the journey don't seem so right.
Some are feeling very worried,
As it's been bad from the genesis of this lap,
Straight down with so many emphasis,
Due to what's...

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have compassion on my soul do not tread upon my head
feelings you give i feel dead
in the days of adversity i wither away from the strong hand of the oppressor
he puffs up at me like...

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