Long Foundries Poems

skinny island rump
  highway seas churning the horizon under turbulent skies
  entity England
  migration waves still grounding along the continental shelf
  monarchs, priests and lords
  relaunching history and hope, the...

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Fractals.

Spawn of iterating quadratic functions.  
Choreographers of cosmic conjunctions.
Impervious to human dysfunctions.

Makers of multiverses.  Encoders of creations.   
Limited only by imaginations.

Recursive.  Coercive.  Immensely immersive.
Purveyors of poetic creative cursive.

With formative...

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Of the first five Presidents of the USA, 
four were Virginians. What does that say? 
It says that the South, superb, serene, 
bestrode the land, a virgin queen. 
When the gauge of a nation's financial...

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A land where chilly hills wallow over their boundaries,
Creating an essence of warmth and amity. 
A land with toothsome pies and and leaf encrusted foundries. 
Resembling the image of a foreign filled fantasy. 

A land...

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You find yourself the master of a kingdom.
Sometimes you think it powerful.
Other times you feel its weakness.
But it is yours. Yours! Yours! Yours!
As soon as your consciousness crackled to life,
you began to trace its borders,
learn...

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Taken inside the bowels
of bassoons, 
tropical heat from
swelling bows.
		Sweat labors the brow,
		full with carnal dissonance.
The throat is lunged
by a beast
veiled in foliage.
		Spewed in a mass of
		broken pickaxes!
Kicked again into the
thunder of claws!
		In flames of foundries
		lost.
Becoming...

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Shadow Sprite in rebellion.
                       Could you not just be a mystery?
  ...

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Always unfold to reform,
Constantly matter: fluctuate, fail, and change,
Holy mills and enduring foundries,
A release of epitomes is occurring. 

I disclose that it is either you or I,
Or any known or unknown lady, gentleman, or state,
We...

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I was once a Romeo
In gallant quest of romantic love.
For sake of which I wandered far afield,
Past mills and quarries, foundries and farms 
Where good folk tend their business 
And useful things get done. 
As...

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Be the crime that should be abets 
And I will be the accomplice 
Be the case that should be tried 
And I will be the jury to defend it 
Our love shall be the judge...

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TWO      ENGLANDS



                      Sinewy towns and men with tight muscles...

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Honesty is our soul
Our work is coking coal
Midst coarse iron foundries
And steel mill boundaries
We live, love, and labor
Sing, dance, and play tabor...!

Though coal dust pollution,
Finds little dilution
We in England's Midlands
Sleep and wake on coal sands
Bobowler,...

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TRAM   BELL



Steep streets everywhere you played,
Where your football would roll away forever;
And sawdust spilt out of the butcher’s onto the steep sidewalk 
Among the feet of the tram queue,
All listening keenly to hear...

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