Long Fells Poems

* For J.K. Rowling *

                 ~ 

now, deliberate your hearing
     to bring back the pages...

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“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his...

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Channelling a King 

(A regal voice whispers)

Oh Here
She Comes

Oh Here
She Comes

Oh Blessed Be
Oh Blessed be

Tonight the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all
Who wishes to follow her

To her Faeryland

Ashera
The...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country,
With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree.

Pretty Edna was twelve years old, but she and Violet played...

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"50 Words for Poe: Baskervilles"
 

 
Baskervilles 
was loping over graves 
digging dirt for bones 
sniffing evidence of dead souls
counting tomes 
it flayed time & bled the gut 
of it’s own black soul
ate it inside...

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The real fealty
Fellowship with Deity
Not aseity

Where is His power?
Do not let His will sour
Why you don't flower

Man is not the cure
His righteousness is manure
God-Man must procure

Can't laugh off this One
Demons in the swine are done
To...

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My trees are being rampaged by man's cruelty;
doesn't he feel empathy when they crumble down,
to be shipped on barns and trains for huge profits?
And while my darlings don't bleed like he does, they suffer by...

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"50 Words for Poe: Immaculate"




Love Immaculate
Souls now in sync
Souls merge in time
Powerful Immaculate

Hunger comes fast
Hunger for Love Immaculate
Hunger for Pure
The Power to Be

The Power to Be
Free

Baskervilles was never a Raven Girl
Her name was Foxglove

She ran...

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                        Ella peripherals the scene, 
instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.)
An onlooker,...

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I cant stand there and watch you burn, its my turn 
I wont let you get hurt, even if I get burnt 
If I hear you cry It will make me die  
All this...

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PART I
The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,
The new out born fruit of a long spend love,
Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,
Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till...

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Return Of The Tyke

Tyke, tyke, tyke' they’d chant to bait the bairn.
But insult hurled at Yorkshire folk is water off a back.
Take it, use it, grind it through the crank
As fuel for the fire, grist...

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* This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. *

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In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond
Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond
But the original Helvellyn called...  
Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled.
Of Lake poets, I eagerly read
And I found what Alfred Wainright once...

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O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
					1 Cor. 15:55
1 Dread conqueror! Destroyer of all, 
Thou---the king who conquers every king
Thou---restrained by no wall
Thee a captive none shall bring

2 Swords 'gainst...

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an eagle …

snake clutched in talons
flew across the sun and cast its
shadow beachward 
like a dark arrow … loosened
I watched it soar and disappear into the
fingery brume of the high fells
as a cold breath of...

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The minuteman with his musket,
The man who won our freedom,
An everyday guy asked to step up,
And like a soldier, carry a gun
An old friend who made you,
An old friend that you’ve spurned.

The woodsman with coonskin...

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Night fells suddenly sending rays of hope in the sky as
 anxious hearts make music with their flute and the violin with its tender strings bring back memories of my youth. It is the part...

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we …
sat here once …
so long ago it’s a dream -
a mirage of another life,
like a desert’s distant, fiery fog …
we were brine,
I, salt to your water -
churning surf that broke upon another -
that reef...

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I've heard that love is great and love is good
It doesn't exist where I live in the hood
There's fussin and fightin from dusk to dawn
It's a rare occassion to experience a calm

Wonder what it fells...

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The roads walk upon within my life fells as if they are crisscrossed and tangled like a gigantic knot. 
An enormous ball which has me trapped inside of it. 
Will anyone come here to rescue...

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The 'tock', 'tock', 'tock' of the station clock, 
the clickety clack of the board. 
Telling the time and destinations 
but no one to cry 'All aboard!'
The 'bang', 'bang', 'bang' of the carriage doors, 
the shrill...

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Upon the fells I did then spy,
A witch on a broom, up in the sky!
The sky was dark; the moon was bright, 
As she cast her wicked spells this night !

I hid me then in...

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Sunset is deep and beautiful
But is feels like calm before great battle
The area is tropical and blissful
The soft sky is reflected in women’s eyes that are black hazel

The river murmurs gently
As it stretches from here...

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