Long Eidolon Poems

TO SPEECH PATHOLOGY

A voice is something to treasure.
An expression is nothing without this.
You can feel the deep suppression when possessed by another human being.
Speaking out and it becomes dubbed.
No, you are not a mute.
You do...

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Sappho fragment #2
translation by Michael R. Burch

How can I compete with that damned man
who fancies himself one of the gods,
impressing you with his "eloquence" ...
when just the thought of sitting in your radiant presence,
of hearing...

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Inside a grotto scooped out by a wealthy earl for his seated pleasure,
There sat a bard amidst the edelweiss strung 'round the hole of leisure. 

Fallen droplets of acidic water pitter-pattered in echoes across the...

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Twas the night before Christmas in 2054
The only sound being robotic mice on the floor
Our digital wish-lists were hung with ultra-precision
above the virtual fireplace in pre-supposition
for the anticipated arrival of a hypothetical being.

The miniature adults...

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Deceit of sun when rays are still but porous;
unwelcome thief, afford my dream more seconds.
Some dappled shadows flit through mystic keyhole;
alight upon pellucid remnant image.
I stifle yawn as thoughts embrace the vision.

My ever-restless spirit merits...

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An impressionist’s pastel painting of the foe,

Releasing unheard sighs of a sinner’s woe,

Mere wisps of his charred and tainted soul,

His empty eyes resemble burning holes of eternal coal,

Seeing only deathly pale faces lined and worn,

While...

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I write of paradox,
the catalyst of mystery
to flood the desiccated corpus of romance.
I write of stark obsidian
to dress the silver of the night.
I write of wild things
racing on the edge of everyday,
creators of imagining,
progenitors of...

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As the angels of 
laughing ladies,
gently anticipated,
the doves of virtue
and grace, beautifully,
a bastard of mote.

A master of beauty
the essence of dazzling
affects, the whimsies 
of witch, sorrowful,
attaint, ghostly dialects.

For the princes' coming
the giddiest of sickly
man-staggers. ...

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Come
The Angels would speak
In understood silence
Beckoning in dream's peaceful slumber

Soar
Under our wings of white light
The rights of passage await
In the cloud's cleansing mist

Rise
To heights of boundless promise
Look down upon the fetters of earth
To leave behind...

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We bite the dust every morning,
spitting gray powder, like desperados.
Firebirds nosedive in forewarning, 
perverting the trees into hell’s tornadoes.

We taste sooted smog on our tacky tongues,
dragging all our shadows of remorse.
Finding no habitat for our...

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The welcome eidolons that through our conscience flow, 
bidden by times of trouble and the skills we lack
in order to withstand relentless whips that crack
over our heads on a daily basis; fears grow.
Even restless spirits...

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A spider came crawling from my mouth.
Obstructing my thoughts, its view uncouth;
Wet-plaster egg-sacs lined in rows,
Frothy-white gluey strands stand aloft.

A whistling through teeth, acerbic garrote,
Like a ed-up chord, one shrieking note.
With spiked legs, lustrous eyes,...

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Maybe you will regain zenith
Or what else you will,do what you please
Do all your powers waste away leaving only a pencil
Are you tired of time being so cruel or so kind to you
I still miss...

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Perhaps I’ll lose my leaves and stay this year,
To join winter’s bleakest winds and hours; 
My northeast friends will leave and disappear
For southern sun and obsequious flowers.

Only a stray, grey squirrel will appear
To find if...

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I had a sibling,
but now he only exists as an eidolon on the 
flat glossy surface of a couple of photographs;
that I have placed upon this ancient davenport;
that I am using to create this elegy.
I...

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Childhood lullaby rings in his mind when he was a baby
Many years had passed by, but he cannot forget the song
Saying as a warning, sleep baby, sleep now or the cuco
Will come to eat you....

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Ghost
Gothic
Eidolon,
Sovereign king
Tears begin flowing.
Byzantine abandoned.
The cloaked statue sits and waits. 
The tourist lifts her head and sighs.  
Phantom’s pain she feels his suffering.
Hand on her forehead nods from side to side.

Labyrinthine journey stirs stark...

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