Long Draughts Poems

Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would now be left displeased,
by hurried tempers bent on winning wars,
neglectful...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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                Big Bubbles
        They arise fast though
   They wobble as they...

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For Old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for “some” other giants – Part Two


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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
 ...

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if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker 
to save your ass
brace yourself as this don holed 
confabulates that gold iz brass
and conjures prestidigitation 
like spinning false hoods in2 truth -...

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Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.

Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check...

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inexplicable to me why your being:
beguiles, fascinates, intrigues, lures,
orchestrates, radiates tantalizes this
CVS patron, who dares himself to

let spill forth (like sought after shim
mer ing liquid (perhaps the elixir for
eternal life), aware that thee might
partake draughts...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and...

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Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. By Thomas Carlyle

Incubus weaves...

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As we gather, this cold night
We know our life, has lost its light
Our Father, now has gone away
Never more, will he say

"I love you.", "son", or "sissy"
"Before you leave, give me a kissy."
God, we miss...

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To my Sun, l've become
silent to the screeching 
screams from sirens, 
hiding beneath sapphire seas.
I'm floating like tepid
ripples in wandering waves, 
serenading in songs 
from my maternal instinct, 
glimmering like starry
rays kissing the bed of...

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Come dance and sing
Side by side with the Lizard King,
Entranced as he devours his rage
In the seductive dark at the edge of the stage.

The Lizard King can do anything.

Balanced on the edge of a grave,
You'll...

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She'd seen the house for sale and came
to have a look around,
walked up the path as freezing mist
curled, snake-like on the ground.
Two stone Griffins, like sentinels
gazed from beside the door,
she knocked, it opened,spilling
greenish light across...

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I Cooked the Book that Would Not Tap
 
A Doomsday, a nightmare gone wrong,
My hand shot with pain and didn’t stop,
Bandages hid the wound I wove for kong,
The silence echoed round the wheel fop.

I screamed...

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What lies beneath the nuptial necropolis?
Sun-glints of memory,
warm rays of kinder days,
tranquil as the soil-sleepers
before they broke the coffin confines
and howled free.
What lies beneath the crying cairns?

The pearling bones, bone-pearls
of scattered skulls and souls.
Draughts of...

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the times that were together shared
	the times for each the other cared

a moment there a minute here
	immortal days of boundless cheer

golden hours of trading dreams
	joyful eyes with happy gleams

a trusting and attentive ear
	for griefs alone...

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Cats

Patiently, cats eyed, alert and poised for action;
More than ready to eat, not greet, or fuss affectionately,
'She’busies herself with the important work
of savaging your rucksack straps;
‘He’, inspecting cupboards and wincing at draughts,
looks on, anticipating some...

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This old house dark: dire and lonely,
Queer sounds now park a feel chilly;


Old echoes stray upon the wind,
As if to say what might have been;


Here as you slide on old timbers,
A cold gust rides on...

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It was now September there was a smell of autumn in the air autumn fires burned,
On a bleak night lying on a cold wet floor the night chilled all that were out,
The naked earth was...

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Home sweet home, Africa my mother's land
Where mornings arise with beautiful sounds of joyful birds
Giving thanks to the one who gave them life.

A peaceful yet chaotic place where souls find comfort in discomfort
Cherished by the...

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Under the great tree of devotion
Grew a rose of infatuation
Thinking of itself as the most fair
Because it’s scent filled the air
One night, the rose proudly stated
“I am fairer than all god created
I am attractive to...

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A class of its' own

	I sit deep in the shadows, watching and listening.
	Worn shoes silently shuffle ,
	walking sticks, black frames,
	chairs with wheels, pushed or driven,
	converge on the High Street café,
	a playground for the elderly perhaps.
	A...

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Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn,
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
malicious, nefarious, opprobrious

querulous, ridiculous, salacious...
suffering...

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Hey little girl!
World warned her,
'bout dangers of the road,
Yet she picked one!

She met the hell,
Met the noise,
Met the yell,
But by her choice!

She stumbled,
She crumbled,
She fumbled,
Yet she chose to walk!

She met the rains,
She met the hails,
But...

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