Long Etchings Poems

Rian sat puzzling in his suite in the Keep.   His thoughts in disarray,  jumping from one concern to another without any logical order.  He sat before a desk that once was...

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I know you're not here

but you are in my heart 

so 

you are always with me

i'll just slip into you

with these words.
 
I know 
there are mountains
dwarf the cities below 
peaks that stride above the...

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What cooperative evidence
could we final climate find
for WinWin cooperation lovers
including LeftBrain secular humanities
inviting no more or less valueflow
than RightBrain WiseElder root-branch dipolar etchings
neurologically ancient bipolar temporal systemic 
body-branch, mind-root DNA enscriptured holonic trees,
DNA  river...

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Part I

Rock n Roll came through the slave trade
The Hippies and Moonies said “We’ve got it made”
“Rock n Roll sounds came from the jungle” [Lennon said]
The blues helped through the struggle
The rhythm and the movements...

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GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART 


From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated...

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Silence, my loyal companion, enfolds me
in the embrace of solitude’s sanctuary,
where words dare not tread, forsaking her.
With vacant eyes, she wields a brush
and paints a portrait of the deity forlorn,
narrating tales without the need for...

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It is cold here, in this waiting place...this place where tears belong
Behind the gates, the iron locks...where sinking headstones dwell               ...

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Etchings upon my heart, so profound in time
These hues, colored so bright, bringing out an array of light
This love, in healing softened my existence and allowed me to trust 
Yet sad, as we parted for...

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To every dollar there are 'one hundred cents' in Britian its
The same..Yet the reckoning is in pence.' Meanwhile i
Pound..' On the gate of reason.' At least thats the name it bears.' Here in this '...

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Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth... Ecclesiastes 12:1 KJV

Once, there was an artist, who would paint the Savior’s face,
Portraying His great splendor and benevolent grace.
The artist found a model with facial...

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Winter has stolen the night,  
          A world I have always known, 
          is lost in...

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Scars, like lace etchings, a pattern
Rippling indentations against porcelain skin,
What is that? I ask her, never quite
So humble as my heart when she pulls her arm
Away, like a secret not ready to be opened,
An ache...

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On the cold harden stone carvings names remain,
Charcoal etchings sketching’s, rubbing’s of forgotten history,
Textured rows of this human bone yard called a cemetery.
Rough carved gray monuments to life’s fragileness,
Isolation chambers of remembrance lie hidden beneath
This...

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October 30th, 1863 

Halloween eve, before the clock turned the day- almost midnight. 
The moon just right, full, and nearly hidden behind a thin layer of dark grey cloud. A perfect day for a walk...

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The sugar maple and the oak hold tight their leaves, 
   barely green, yellow tinged lines sway in the breeze. 
The plum glows in a deep dark purple dance 
   feathered...

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Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the...

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their park, their bench
was serenely quiet
leaves playfully danced
as pigeons quickly took flight.

he caressed the colourful scarf
she had knitted with love and care
he wept tears of remembrance; 
her smile, her joy, the scent of her hair.

a...

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Written: February 07, 2024
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It appears as if 
the world has been 
coated by a wave of 
deceitful dictums,
  where faked...

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Day stacks upon day, forming opaque windows behind me. 
These can be blown away at times, a clarity of vision in momentary glimpses. 

Here, a face most beloved, turning my bowels to water that reflects...

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Lights are low.  Reflections flicker on the wall
Mirror images of those from long ago.
Dead so many years, yet who are still alive...
Here,...in black and white, ...in this dark room

Bergman and Grant.  I watch...

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Song of the Circles				

Teasing are the secrets in the golden summer grain,
No manual to tell us what they mean,
Hasty follows harvest, only pixels now remain,
Of mandalas in meadowlands serene.

While the cynics turned away or treated...

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