Long Esquire Poems

Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding
Do not let our words run dry
Together, in...

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Madness exuded like the 
war cries of epic battles
and sagas' past,
the myth of man and 
the passionate woman.
As the eruption
began to procure its
preparations, Prince Alarumdives,
a moment with the King,
solace, questioning divinity.
"My father, what troubles 
plague...

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The morning started off with a bang with the noisy traffic speeding bountifully along, the early morning drivers shouting from their cars about the order and the disorder, while the loud horns continue to bellow...

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There is a time post mortem intertwined in the sickosocio scheme of thoughtless thug things reflecting 
in a morbid mirror mantle miniscule memberance of total times timid. How do u resurface the old times 
for...

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Two kings, one queen looked upon my quiet self as I sat.
Asked I was to appear before them one quiet spring day.
They sat there for moments which seemed like hours.
The first king spoke and said...

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ACE CANNONS' CANON 

Through the morning, shimmering with colors that wavering, fade
from a desert where heat is a hue, and history's due
cactus and trees, knotted and sparse, a portrait some mad god must'f bade
into being,...

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Ah-The Cina-Ma


                            I love going to the movies...

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Twelve Tiers high, the last bale of hay is on the wagon
Suddenly the ground  rumbles and the Growth  of an Iron door
 In the middle of the hay field , rusted hinges caked...

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Wooing,  My LOVE
Chateau-Briand, with homemade sauce Bernaise
Pancake cottage fries, al dente cauliflower Polonaise
1971 bottle of Pouilly-Fuisse on ice, already Chilled
The Love of my Life, Barbara; with Love my Heart: Filled
The Centre piece is Roses...

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Dear POETRYSOUP, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. I am writing this on the Inspiration of Heather Ober's Contest "Love Letter". First off I want to Thank-YOU all for...

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We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To...

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The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head  :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the...

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7:13 P.M., August 25,1971 : " The Caribbean Sun Died "
12:00 Noon; I said " F0R the Eons of " FOREVER " I Shall LOVE YOU "
        ...

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My Dearest Most Beloved Barbara,                              ...

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I kneel on the dusty battlefield,
my eye catches a glint of the tarnished sword.
The glint blinds me, my mind 
fills itself with memories from long before.

I, a young boy, am riding on a youthful pony.
My...

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Murphy wished for a Prince who rode a White horse...
               So she went back to college and took a new course...
...

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A Quatern by HGarvey Daniel Esquire ( My First )
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He sits Alone, In the rising sun ;  or is it a setting Moon?
With a birch bark Flute, a sadden Heart plays a very lonely tune
Go north, then west, says Chief Roaring Eagle, I’ll...

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Bronwyn the Barbaric amassed admirers
like oceans collect river-flow
Streams of suitors all tried to woo her
each determined to be her “best beau”

But our fair pirate queen was a fickle young lass
whose attention was hard to retain
She'd...

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A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job 
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.

Moved to the...

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OK, Filipp, where did all the pictures that adorned this hall of Light go
“Follow me,  You have to watch the “ Window Of Life “ "YOUR Funeral"
Whoa, wait a minute , How long have...

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~Sunset’s Releases 

~Sunsets, a time for many releases, 
   letting not the sun go down upon one’s wrath, 
   the author of lives broken in several pieces, 
   these...

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“I never Travel without my Diary, one should always have 
    something sensational to read“. . . Oscar Wilde, 1891

Friday August 24th , 1971, 11:58 PM my last night Alone

Saturday August 25th,1971,...

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Her Comments, entranced me: Her POEMS even more so
Her POETRY enhanced me: She watered me, so I could grow
A Bow, an Honorary Golden Pen, My Respect I give to thee
To my Sister Sharon, Love I...

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