Long Encroaches Poems

POTW 28 January 2018

Prologue:
A beautiful extra-terrestrial female researcher is sent down to a remote island to observe earth and beam her findings back to her planet. She’s strictly forbidden to make any human contact. She...

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Freddie and Fern were an old couple, a very old couple if truth be told, but on the matter of age, the truth seldom surfaced. Their kids were grown and gone and had families of...

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A common confrontation between
Man and animals
From the wild, are pigs roaming farm lands
Destroying the crops

Of pöor farmers, it’s indeed a
Problem in Indian states
With forest borders, acute in her
Many smaller states.

In larger states where lands are...

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I am the mother of hundred billion,
Now dumb and ears shut,
Orphaned by my own children,
For whom I bequeathed myself,
I am the Goddess of creation,
The creator of evolution,
Now I stand chained and hand cuffed,
Like a slave...

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HAVE YOU READ PART ONE YET? IT MAY MAKE SLIGHTLY MORE SENSE IF YOU HAVE {although I'm not giving guarantees.}

 I cannot hold thee anymore
Think I'm dyin' and much more
I try slammin' shut the door

Why...

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It’s you I call to in my dreams,
To pull me out from the fear I’ve seen.
The ones that hold me in captured fright,
When slow motion kicks in,
And my screams are no more than wheezing murmurs,
When...

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The late January wind stings my face with a cold rebuke, a reminder of having fallen in love at the wrong time, with the right person. 

It is a cruel trick to allow the heart...

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Sinking in a deep abyss where hope feels lost,
And dreams  slowly dissolve , counting not the cost.
Behold there stands a spirit, undeterred, unshaken,
Let your spirit soar as your passion is awakened.

Through the many trials...

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A crystal drop on the child face
who left the shack where mum would hide.
Alone in the streets of guns and race, 
nowhere to go amidst the smog of pride.

The dust of a land with thorns...

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A devastating fire, an incendiary flame.
heartless heat dissolves the skin of the innocent.
Thick smoke enshrouds the burning performance.
She cannot help but to feed the beast.
To give in to the power of its haughty remarks.
She cannot...

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Visually, Mother Nature’s seasonal cycle is a truly spectacular phenomenon. This is my very first respectable poem, written as a 12-year old, in 1963.
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Finding Abigail

“Abigail! ~Abigail!...where are you, my love?
I can’t see you, nor smell you, let alone touch you…”

A nebulous cloud encroaches the corridors of mind,
Where a fallacious hope seeks its refuge in silence.

“Abigail! Is that you?...

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As I sit underneath my fabled willow
Alone and wrought within an empty earth
The sky is blackened before all I see
The heavens open, its tears reach for me
Cooing, crooning upon my wretched birth
Washing clean the illusions...

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An old man keeling down by a gravestone
cleans the inscription so it can be read.
For it’s a symbol of why he had come
“Love Is Eternal” was all that it said.

Wiping a tear, his expression glazes
sorting...

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Whispers of weeping willows beckon me,
“Forget the rain; get ready for a ride!”
On a magic carpet I soar o’er sea 
Worldly troubles melt away as I glide
To another world where flora is lush
There are no...

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Walking across a footbridge, strewn with crimson leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.

There's a...

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And Know But Peace
By Roy Merritt

Days unending the sun always shines
We all wishing for darkness in decline
And how could this be why this of late
Has heaven turned on us is this man’s fate

No stars can...

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The Bitter End of the Road

Travelers coalesce as if from as dense fog 
about the grounds of the retreat.
The lodge shimmers silver-gray
amongst the changing autumn woods.
The gravel way diminishes in rearview mirrors
with the pinging sound...

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I read that book
When I was way to young
To understand
Its intricacies
The utter 
Humanness
Of the plot
The re-read
Left me
In a state of
Panic'an 
Bileness
Shreds my emotions
Like your mouth is
Just before 
Being sick
The helplessness
As the two
Plea for help
From each...

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This place called Talisker on the Isle of Skye
It just has to be visited to be seen by the naked eye
Situated on the West Coast, on one of Alba's isles
In any season one can only...

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I'm sitting at a desk,
no longer mine,
in a house that is no more,
before me, a glass of wine,
and a book I've seen before

a journal, forty years old,
my wisdom then, was somehow
seemingly far greater and visionary,
than...

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the quintessential beautiful day
but there is shadow etched in the patches of light
there is taste of misgivings in sweet afternoon air
the heart sketches its dreamscape
but distant thundercloud ripe with storm encroaches
but it is the image...

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Music on. Time to spare.
Lovely drive. Day so fair.
White beast, seething in my mirror.
Angry travels, encroaches road furher.
As a bee travels. As the vine grows.
Travel logistics, doubt he even knows.
As I signal. As I slow...

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…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ

Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.

Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of...

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In the middle of the night they squeak and squeak,
A house enchanted by the past evil of ROSE cannibal
The tormenting souls sway the air grasping for hair,
A tiny piece to finish her hairdo for people...

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