Long Despoiled Poems

Behold! 

A gaping black-
Curtains of a heaven, drawn
Set adrift
Across the wilt of the zodiac! 

An’ so, she emerged

An’ madness dreamt into reality 
A bow, to tether-
Then glide down humanity
Every heart string, to vibrate an’ tear-
Tooth...

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Beneath the ash its morals face defeat
as segregation separates is corps.
The scars outline a union incomplete
and wounds define its failure to restore.
Though rally calls have filled a Nation’s heart
and motivation fueled its vast machine,
supremacy held...

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To glimpse the camel-litter, Qais no longer with his madness strains
The yearnings of the heart are dead, the heart itself is cold; so we;
And desolation fills our house for shines not there the Light of...

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Castle Heartstone sank into the mists of magic 
The Princess of Magic, spell cast 
For one day, 
we shall return 
When Faeries can play 
When The Wise Ways, 
will always last.. 

Our enemies will never...

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Neath shimmered strings of starlight’s breeze, crepuscular in night
on trodden soil he lay with slumbered eyes.
Lashed to oak, his chestnut mare in dream just out of sight
snaps free as lightning flashes; flares the skies.

Bounds to...

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Somewhat outstandingly
 millennial absurdism
 Is Seen’d slowly 
 Drownin’ towns;

 & townes’ there’ness,
 May’be
 Forever’ly mere’d,
—-

 hungry Frenetic wild dogs roam-
 ING;

 Thirst, unquenchable.

 & 

 Thas’ workingly blue homosexual 
 Humanoid thingies’ living IN,
...

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For so long you’ve held the key, the scepter and the crown,
Harrowing the reality, the subconscious, the deep within.
Your voice was deep, poignant, forbidding. Clattering like,
The tumbling down of ancient and spidery bones, swishing
Like the...

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AN UGLY VISITOR, CORONA VIRUS

We have an ugly visitor;
Corona Virus is his name.
He's prowling like a predator
With an aim to devour or maim.

He disregards every convention.
Schools, airlines,... he shuts down;
Doctors are in his line of...

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The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the...

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On the sidewalk standing in the rain
the old man is a wounded dove.
Longish white hair: wet feathers
grounded in a storm. The rain is heavy
and repeats itself, like buckets of water
thrown out of windows.

The old man...

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We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, 
we must wait for the calm.          ~ by poet


The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness...

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You always tell me how much you love my poetry
but is that the only reason you feel drawn to me?
I write Sonnets filled with love and romance for you,
adoring stanzas meant to caress your heart...

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Enea, Embarking at Piombino

An impecunious nobleman he was,
with all the grace and arrogance of youth:
he signed with Capranica, just because
the latter (who was longer in the tooth,
with deeper pockets) offered him, in truth,
a chance to...

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My brothers, sisters, all of this I’ve seen 
As every day across the sky I’ve been.
Whilst you have watched the flowers gleam and grow,
‘Twas I that held the lamp that made them so.
And I have...

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MY CAR MY BUCOLIC.
    
 The speed of my automobile exclusively,
 Depends on the wheelman which earth born, 
 Crave where the passengers await it's destination,
 Seeing an endless road ahead.
 Every...

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in the deepest of my deep dreams
I shall take my little dream boat
away and away from the earth
I shall gently slowly surely float
outwards in between the planets
I shall haul and jib tack and run
setting my...

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Despoiled of raiment green, each branch in nakedness now stands forlorn;
Unmoved by passing seasons’ change, the songster sits and sings alone:
Would there were in this garden some could feel the burden of its moan!
This life...

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I've written of longing and pensive fears,
of sorrow, pain and my ravished emotions.
Tomes of poetry are an expose' of my soul
before my pen ran dry and my heart resigned.
Despoiled by devotion and ribbons of lies
is...

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(Bang-e-Dra-114), Khitab Ba Jawanan-e-Islam.
These are Golden words by Dr Allama Iqbal.
Khatab Ba Jawanan-e-Islam
Address To The Muslim Youth.

In short, in words can I tell to you what were these desert men?
Holders, Keepers, Saviours, Adorners of what...

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Hooves of horses thundered across the fields 

Onward they came urged by murderous men 

Huddled behind stout stone walls 

Women and children in the halls 

Tears were shed as in fear we waited 

Not knowing...

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She'd been staring at me since I can recall.
A da Vinci saccharine smile painted on her lips
that I'd traced with fingertips in my youth.
Forsooth wondering, "Who are you, comely lady,
and why does no one ever...

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My pulse is weak; it flutters while I plead
for air to give my lungs a chance to breathe.
Abuse must stop, or soon my heart will bleed. 

My virgin flesh despoiled and robbed for greed,
in pain...

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She is the eighth wonder of the world
And I
The unfortunate fellow who is to cross her path
The enigmatic lass of the soli tribe 
She has copper for a skin
Silver for lashes 
And diamonds for teeth
She...

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They say Rome wasn’t built in a day
Yet little time it took to crucify Jesus,
Last night I was throwing and rolling dice on the heart of a despoiled lady,
I found her struggling to hold on...

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She ran away,
Into the night,
Alone and sad.

They saw her,
Watched, then approached,
Offered her kindness.

She felt safe,
With innocent trust
She accepted friendship,
Went with them,
Believed in goodness.

They beat her.
Force fed drugs,
Imprisoned, bound, gagged.
Trapped and scared
She wet herself.

Men came in
Violated,...

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