Long Flaying Poems

“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no home
for the rest of his natural life 
a million knives...

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I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the...

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Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about that famous ride,
in the rodeo at Mildura's annual show.

For a...

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Baneful brickbats begat grievous barrier

Tell tale indelible woe y'all
privy to learn yours truly harbors
traces of the masterful
impregnable prepubescent wall
still extant scads of decades since
complex edifice erected to force tall
adolescence - permanently leaving me, 
(a poor...

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I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did dwell.
I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep.
No...

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While attempting going to sleep after midnight...

December 27th, 2023,
the missus pounded mine posterior
(she played paddywhack 
on me blimey buttucks)
not only causing contusion, 
but flaying percussive rumpus, 
where the wild things are
found yours truly feeling
like a...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put to sleep
under the celestial lights
Souls with eyes and minds closed...

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I expected more 
Tolerance
Understanding
Support

I expected more
Yes, I’m an idealist
I have a better name….
A fool
A child
Thinking that trust still means something
That people won’t turn into cannibals
Eating each other whole
Biting away pieces of reputation
With our razor sharp...

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Darkness crushes last remains of light,
oozing hatred leaks from every pore,
as I stand before my final task.
Sinking deeper within my rotting mind,
cascading horror corrupts ,
laying bloody tale to what awaits.
Stepping forward fear reeks,
delicious decadent it...

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I ain’t a doctor and never will be,
but one night I got into hot water,
I was trying to help but it didn’t help me,
the night a young wife had a daughter.

And it all began with...

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Let my words bring on the darkness
May my words wrap you in shadow and scrape the inside of your skull
Scarring my beautifully sadistic scenarios on the inside of your braincase
Let my words coat you in...

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Frightened of memories fading,



Early morning,

sunlight caressing the face

introspection at the reflection 

in the Brahmaputra river 



Afternoon, 

sweet aroma of the red sand

and green on the countryside

struggles flaying arms to swim 

across the blue waters by...

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Traces of the masterful
impregnable prepubescent wall
still extant scads of decades since
complex edifice erected to force tall
permanently leaving me unmoored,
marooned, and furloughed ready for pall
bearers to spill soil upon my
then emaciated stick figure overall,

an unlovely bag...

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In those final moments
before you breathed your last
all you heard
was spat out at you in hate
insults inflicting wounds
deeper than the nails
that riveted your body
to that cross

Out of eyes
swollen almost shut you saw
the ones you’d come...

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Reading Poem 3
"Ode to Nicolet Lane"

There I saw green visions, 
and a young boy of 9 years running by,
As I stood once again upon the aged asphalt.
Last time I stood there was 58 years hence;...

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I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see
This I have to await, to await what she brings to we

Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told
For her...

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the judge implores me: raise your right hand.
do you swear to lie?
the scalpel pulls my skin back, flaying eyes
vivisect me on the witness stand
for the crime of feeling anything other 
than confidence.

my lips are sewn...

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The field of grain is gold
As harvest moon its eerie red visage will unfold
The birch sings ballad of the old
What we can’t see is there in idea world all powerful even if it we cannot...

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His lines he always wanted to shine
With éclat and style mingled fine
To bedazzle and strike with awe
Those who bothered to read a line

For hours on end, would he ponder
On how he could rive you asunder...

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I remember that day well
Dad wore his best suit
It wasn't really black
But Mum said it would do

I remember arriving early
and waiting for it all to begin
Mum passed me a Hymn book
and told me to join...

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In silence, as nausea passes 
as I crawl into a corner shaking 
head violent visions 
of somewhere or something.

Flashing nano fire of my spine 
flaying hot the essence of thought 
a razor in my skull!...

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Oh my god, what have we done 
Just gone and killed, your only son
Even worse, tortured him to death 
Jeering whilst he gasped for breath 
In realisation, we’re overwhelmed 
Certain now, to be all condemned...

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It was the missing decade 
of my life that came back,
late on one clammy night.

Wearing your visage
of a foraging girl
at the foot of a tranquil Vesuvius. 

Spent though I was,
for those decades still with me,
I...

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Hit Me With A Swift Kick

Wandering amongst roving clouds of time
often staggering with that precious load.
My memory stuffed full of heart and rhyme
I carry this burden down a dark road.

Poetry demands writing when it calls
fast...

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Fate's Wicked Black Hand And Its Long Sharp Sword

As withdrawn sword shows its reds and gashed side aches so
horror's hand is shown in colors that are vibrant,
within swirling shadows and their flesh flaying blows
echo black...

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