Long Flocking Poems

“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and mind 
retaliate in the deciphering

the invisible return 
each night and...

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Terrence the Turkey was feeling quite perky
Passing time in his rafter and doing no harm
No fighting nor squabbling, just gabbling and gobbling
Turkey talking turkey down on the farm.

Whilst having a natter, tame turkey type chatter
Before...

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Subtitled: A Quiz Sic Hull Emotionally Test Ting Senior Event
 
Valedictorian treads across makeshift platform 
   i.e. most likely auditorium stage
marked by pronounced hushed audience, 
   who exude a collective sigh...

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I am looking forward to the coming days when the earth will flourish again, the plants will grow, fresh air will flow and visitors will flock to our shores. Our beaches are white and clean...

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A light - beyond bright -
beckons me warmly
from a place beyond which I cannot yet see.
As I approach a stairway which glistens like gold,
all my former burdens and apprehensions melt away.
Body aches have vanished and...

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As Cole rode across the Dakota prairie,
sweating a bit under the suns harsh bite,
he saw ahead of him a slight woman’s form,
she walked bare-footed, naked, and pale white.

Sunburns had reddened her shoulders and neck,
and her...

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A Wandering Boy with a Song in His Pocket (Part I)
Arabic Poem by: Salman Dawood Mohammed 
Translated into English by: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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A blaze
Sticking out
Its tongue 
At firefighters
That’s what love is!
***

(2)
Do you remember my soul,
When...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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The cool wind blowing lightly on her

Curtain carressing her softly

As she lies on her cozy bed

Thinking and dreaming away

Slowly till she lazily closes her eyes

Not long does she visualize beautiful images...



Oh, she's on a vast...

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written on time’s page
                               ...

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When I don't  think about love, silent as lambs,
women come flocking to me; many times
they gather to chat in a corner
and whisper with fingers pointing,  
" What a charmer! What a lover! "
I...

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Picture decibels of granite landslide wailing
Rocks of flocking tears tumbling savagely down
Upon the dry valley, and the heart's raining
Wide torrents of griefs in shoutings unknown
And then strangely the recognition
Each one knowing the time and condition.

I...

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He sat in his recliner in the balcony, 
the evening soft breeze so cool, tender
with his eyes closed as if in a trance;
The light breeze swept along his wrinkled skin
caressing everything it touched on its...

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    "Christmas Dinner Fiasco"



on Christmas Eve, family gathered for "Feast of Seven Fishes"
an old Italian tradition while wrapping gifts with expectant wishes
hubby decided to play Chef Boyardee
complete with hat and apron, a...

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I have asked myself time and time again....

If I could write the most beautiful of words

Within the most alluring and colorful of ways

The pinnacles of splendid and eloquently written verse

Amid the highest echelons of majestical...

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Kapow!  Here’s mud in your face! 
Poetasting rhymes, rhythms and nuclear waste. 
Playing in mud pits, kitchens and certainly laced 
Everyting that’s made . . . in this mysterious place. 
Prob’ly shouldn’t eat this...

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At the end of the elated visit
Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal
I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit
As excited to enjoy the environment, withal

It was the inside on the...

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Winter is now showing. You can tell it by the falling snow. Its flowing down from 
the sky. All through the air. The wild wind is blowing it.

The fluffy white stuff is piling up high....

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We, who loved America Part 4

When I came back to where I belonged 
the country had changed; no one bought 
arrow shirts anymore and jeans were 
made in China
The streets of New York were violent 
people demanding their...

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I should be someone’s lover; significant other
But there is no one to love me, not even my mother
I have fallen in love more times than I can remember
But am always alone, January to December

Nobody ever...

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Despite the peril,
Our love isn’t sterile
We are a fine pair…
Then, strikes the despair…

I’m sorry I was unprepared…
Our love cannot be shared…
I’m despaired…torn apart…
From the start, have a heart

Her touch of her hands…
Are like birds fluttering...

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The morning was breaking and sheep were awaking,  
which was much as the sheep all expected to do 
But this morning's arising was far more surprising –  
a mask fairy had brought them...

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A dark room with a small wooden desk, no lamp
A thick pad of paper and a typewriter, never used
Like a museum exhibit, though they aren’t allowed to gather dust
And dead flies and moths, a pack...

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