Long Embroiders Poems

My life was so exciting and busy, but still I was dissatisfied,
For my job was going nowhere, like blooms with noplace to hide.

I had for long had a dream, of becoming a world famous singer,
But...

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Inspired by song "Mystery Of The Heart" 
of Hughes Turner Project (Album 1)


In the flushing garden path 
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn 
held us within the sequined mist 
of the...

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In his songbook,
are raving songs of beauty,
which thrushes around the phrases of my mind

and embroiders my soul on an errand 
into a white night of a white Christmas, 
in a white dreamland, 
and having sleepless...

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Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "Why don't you stay"


The sparkling dawn veneers 
my heart’s horizon with hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges 
of my timeless yearning,
paints gold garden in heart’s canvas, 
blooming with luster of my love,	
unfurls...

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In the twilight valleys where shadows weave endless tapestries,
Where the breath of dusk embroiders the horizon in shades of evening,
A hermit dreams, his window an eternal portal flung wide open,
To skies where eternity whispers secrets...

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The dazzling dawn lights up my heart’s horizon, 
spreads the sensuous spectrum of luring longing
on the gorgeous blooming garden flushed with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face with charisma.

The patina of rose blushes...

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On the frail wings of the weary northern winds winter departs. The collapsed lumps of cloud hear the last shrill of the chilled breeze whispering to fly far beyond the hazy horizon, and to sweep...

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The morning sky fills heaven azure bright,
and shining eye doth peek to show from height.
Earth's hymnal's opened wide for choral strains,
creation's chorus trolls the sweet refrains.

Birds warble tunes unscored from post and trees,
with early flights...

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We have to rebirth, the soul of this planet 
and pray it be cleansed and gentled evermore,
but as nails keep piercing 
hands reach to smooth across her scared shroud 

It has to be worshipped 
like...

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Mornings of mystic enchantment inspired by a jestful warden invigorates the soul,
While a distant mew over yonder at where enlightenment disperses forms into a mould.
Who can say what is lustrous white embroiders to caliginous blue?
For...

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L O V E
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Love…
Crosses walls-
Invites the vines-
Joins the harvest toil-
Stays, Faithful-
Speaks the ineffable-
Increases-
Offers its fruit-
Swells within-
Embroiders tapestries-
Will not pause-
Shall be
   Caressed, with appreciation-
Bears forgiveness-
Sings-
Constantly is re-created-
By the touch of God-
Great as the division...

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The line of  white school toilets, with their cold, wooden
seats, remind us of our youth, and welcome penny treats

So much has happened since then; it’s ok to be gay, and 
ok to be black...

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