Long Dykes Poems

The Flood
It was springtime in the foothills, the air was fresh and clean
The snow pack in the mountains was the most there’d ever been
It was summer in the valleys but above was freezing cold
With every...

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Diary Notes: Lamentable laissez-faire

                     …the lêche cul is
back
       ...

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When facts become fear, pandemonium escalates;
likewise does the proliferation of its collateral damage
and the propensity of the word-play of contradictions:

     “…we’re all in this together…social distancing…”
     “…shelter-in-place…we’re...

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It stands alone four square, white-washed straw-thatched, 
small window panes, black frames, and out back chickens hatched, 
pecking weedy ground around a single willow.
Set just a little back from single country lane, 
high-hedged between the...

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Each time my Auntie Rosa went to shop in the High Street,
She’d bring us back a pink-iced bun; it was our special treat.
We’d take them up to Grandad’s (we preferred to eat them there)
We’d scoff...

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IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA 
BASE FORTHWITH.
ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS, 
SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS, 
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, 	SHRINKS, COLONEL 
CLINKS, BOSSES,...

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I took a ride on the other side
of a wide ocean and wilder skies
People spoke there
In languages unknown to us
Only two of us are in our mother tongue
That night I really travelled, too, far
And never...

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Note a deep fill that ever grows;
Urge that grandeur that floods goodwill;
Rouse a fond thrill that heals all blows;
Touch a splendour that surely heals.


Use bold magic that seems cryptic;
Rise above pain where anger flies;
Enter mystic...

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Do you gurgle, grunt, and gripe,
grind the soft bones of thought dry?

You need some orchestration,
some instrumental tuning.
Play with those ad hoc glottalized vibes,
harmonize.

The body, that geomungos collection
of agrarian earth animalcules
which work for themselves alone,
tilling mud,...

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I took a ride on the other side
of a wide Ocean and wilder skies
People spoke in different language
Only two of us are of our mother tongue

That night I really traveled, too, far
And never thought of...

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The savage dog barks from the distance
Like family history, representing cancer's deadly hold.
Her courage provides defence with strengthening resistance
While the dog runs boldly through the blistering cold.

As she struggled to get through mind gamed work,
The...

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To all y'all poetry lovers I need y'all to really listen
because It don't come easy wit puttin together these writtens
at the end of this poem don't think I was just kidding
But I just wanna know...

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If not for you I would of never known what A Heart break meant,
  I was doing ok before you now I will never be content.

     There was a day...

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Stop Holes in Dykes 

Poem will jot down and quickly scribble
And at your imagination, it will nibble
As if a frantic fish searching for bait
Swimming then taking time to hesitate.

Finally fish would come to a complete...

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Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes
N a split ma poor wee heid

Fae Glesga to Fife
Wiz where we went
To a flat in Methil
That...

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Strong communities,
We all can see,
Are less often at sea,
More often home for tea,
With all cakes file free. 

Strong communities,
Have no need for rate fees hikes,
As  they mostly ride their bikes,
And tend to build their...

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Debates futile for each soul chooses it’s path
Doing what heart likes
Until making each breath, a Holy Sabbath
Thunderous bliss spikes
Fears and desires dykes

Wisdom of the scriptures, words etched in stone
Tested time and again
Yet each of us...

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Has old Mark Rutter, been spun to the gutter?
Have reason begun now to be seen? Is he sad
 for
The bad? Are the Dutch now glad?
Is the national scene;  more serene? Will
They send him some...

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Vincent
from within sanctum dykes
glamour
birthed from sorrow

celestial brightness
whirling
in Prussian azure
and sublime gold

Urania in the welkin'
blackness in the spirit
breezes probes hefty
all alone in your wisdom

an optical lover
within
dancing with orbs
through gaps with iron rods

go bust in flesh
your title
always
moored...

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