Long Cowl Poems

Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling.
Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthusiastically.
An otherworldly spot...

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The chilled musky air torments the aging Saxon stone;
whistling through the aisles, the sound reverberating
as it sweeps along the colonnade.
Moonlight penetrates ancient glass stained windows,
initiating reflected shadows, as an innocent mind pulsates tempestuously,
he who was...

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Felicity balms in a vapor of gold, 
where the dawn silverly unfolds,
as flagged standard- bearer showing, 
pregnancy of colors bold, of heavenly hue.

Like dew on petals of
hope- return to sender, it's glisten held 
to show...

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Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be...

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My uncle’s home, had a forest nearby;
he loved animals so; left some supper scraps, outside.
It was always his generous intent to feed,
every stray, that crawled, walked or flew, from those trees.

While visiting him, one sweet,...

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please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering 
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott...

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A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery

			I

I led her
Her silent leg-irons cutting into my shins
That day when the air stood still
Dry as the day perhaps on the hill
					when he spoke standing still
Drier still my...

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I know that I was born insane 
to love so much the face of Death. 
Insanity romanced me even when 
a child still dwelled beneath infernal skin.
Why could society not understand 
that all I’ve ever...

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Once, inside o' an Irish family's Derrygoolin farmhouse in the 1940s,
A boy named Anthony heard the woman whose word is death, himself, foreseen.

When the reaper's cloak appears to those who choke,
And his cowl upon ye'...

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By silver starlight
and unconquerable spirit
unicorn autumn 
adventures
lay before.

Piliferous beast of field, away!
A midnight outing
of an enchanted weave
is for my destiny tonight…
and thou, I’ll have
for my steed.

The Phoenix in flight 
immaculate guiding light 
as we forge...

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AN OPEN LETTER TO THE LEADER:
LIVE AND LET LIVE AT PEACE
                        ...

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Those words that cut so deep,
Flayed my skin left me bare,
Still echo round when I sleep
Even though you not there

I keep bleeding I keep weeping
I'm wounded to deep to care
These scars I am keeping
To remind...

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Sunny, sultry afternoon; a playing breeze tosses my hair.
Eyes...I feel eyes and glance upwards;
By the water well, the Grim Reaper and he is filling the well from a large vessel with,
his eyes on me.

Setting down...

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Where Were You?

The most powerful kingdom on earth, 
With Kings who rule for four years,
Christians they were since their birth,
Yet they don’t know their greatest fears,

Lies in fallow months after elections,
Three months doubled for each...

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There lived a girl from Azarath,
A world where dark is light,
And all its people fell to Trigon's wrath,
Except the girl named Raven the White.

Her obsidian hair spills like ink in the wind,
From beneath her azure...

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Beneath billowing sack cloth tent 
An auctioneer jibber-jabbers his words.
Below his red mahogany dais
Sit Fifty Amish American women and girls.
Black-bonnet-ed, bidder-number in hand, 
they chirp for cowl or coat, yelp for yarn, 
raise bid card...

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           Honeysuckle breathes in the shallow wind,
Life's lapel, with a side of ground scouting gopher.

Great rusted machines peak the interest 
of the flower children who...

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Borassus Flallifer
dog leg
cowl
cladding
fascia
gullwing door
kammback
visual design
                              ...

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As the crow flies from the bars of the frame, the sea lies
Two hundred miles away, and she cries

At the rolling tapestry, stained a green gaol,
A prison landscape cast in a black gale.

Her posture, it...

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Deep and dank below this Earth are the burning pits of Hell.
 All manner of foul beasts in this place do dwell.
 Ghouls and Ghosts and Demons too all waiting to get free.
 We wish...

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The moon is shining bright above
There's voices on the breeze
I close my eyes and listen close
To hear the talking trees

Rustling leaves chant mystic words
As crickets sonnet sing
Treefrogs peep the warning of
What tropic winds will bring

The...

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Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill

Sanctuary I prayed
Feet stumbling at a wet dank alter
Crumbled brick the skeletal shell
Of ancient cathedral 
Safety

Mausoleum in the gloom of battered drips
Their ghostly quill of written blood
And zombie skins of...

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*Reserata Carcerem LXI*

Yore lived a sage b' bounty brook pining;
dainty daffodils, his keen kins.
Oft would tumbling tide whisper 'ts tune
'n' sewn sage bewitched, ajar would croon.

ñ longer was h' humane - beards' blitzkrieg.
Crushed cowl tantamount...

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When I was young, I wanted to run away to the circus.  Then one day I realized the circus was life!  Are we not the clown, the strongman, the freak, the daredevil? ...

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here i am in the flesh
no victim levelled in scope
22 catches im cashing
not selling the dope
i watched the sunrise
used to pray sometimes
kids thatd played outside
tho fate did seem unkind
chased a better understanding
even struck with fear
i...

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