Long Fauns Poems

Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having been bought then hung. Hung. Sparkly signalling stale sales. Stale...

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Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) 
  ...

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Under the dark sky of 2025, where the Genetic Basin pulses
like an overloaded server beneath the shadows of a Sulimi,
my thoughts flow like a faulty algorithm through 6G networks,
whistling beneath faces lit by screens, with...

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profit of lost souls

In the profit of lost souls 

A twenty first century global  order 
where paper trails all but disappear 
and trade moves at light speed through 

Complex numbers and feedback loops of...

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In Lochness, an undulating giant lives; 
legendary Nessie; giant oarfish or 
prehistoric remnant?  
No one knows for certain, 
but he bothers no one; leave him be.

In mountainous terrain, walks the Yeti.
Part man; part beast;...

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A lovely oaken doorway
in an old creaky shop;
I stepped through one day
and saw a bunny hop.

A sleeping faun
lay upon a rock,
in hours, predawn
he wore a red frock.

By his side lay golden panpipes;
the daisies had lulled...

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Cold was the night when I sat down
The dimples on my cheeks were brown
When they're supposed to be bright red
The fear had gone into my head
I began scribbling with my pen
Words flowed out from that...

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I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds 
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love 
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits 
in delicious, full-blooded glory; its bursting 
breast is buoyed by a...

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I met a man on the road today
otherworldly, gamin, fey.
A gimlet look in his jaundiced eye,
he held my gaze and I questioned why
he wandered here, 
a mendicant man of pleasant demeanour, 
when, from his coat,...

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Follow the rules

 The old man sat in his high walled garden
 he had been a traitor to his country not
a stern quisling but enough to be shunned
by the people of this town who had...

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The forest exploded,
fauns poured out
of a blue spigot sky.
They jumped so high
they brushed against Jesús's feet.
Brown streaks of lightning,
(wide alien eyed) so steady even in terror.........
Coyotes must have stirred them.
Little devils, would chase God into...

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Wee Willie the leprechaun,
Likes to hang out with fairies and fauns;
'Cause they're wee people you see,
Magical much like he,
And they play through the woods until dawn.

Now Willie's a bit of a joker.
Of jokes he is...

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See dazzling bowls and vessels, pots of brass
Old copper kettles, cups of gold, and chiming clock
Porcelain statuettes, fake Tiffanies, stained glass
Oak storage towers, ivories of High Baroque 
Stroll down the antiques on Sunday noon
I’m fascinated...

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