Long Gaols Poems

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

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"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies,...

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-
Terence a Griffiths of Tyrone or Leitrim!
Did he know but later of 1820 he would be there born
A Flax Grower a renter from landlords of Lord Leitrim's domain
To thresh and sack and cloth and sow...

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Let me recount of the mirrored alcoves galleries of brands
Whiskeys deep gold many types of bottles into optic feeds
Highly polished bar timbertops rich shining deep.' Varied
Paper coasters to keep it pristene, bowls of cheese squares...

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LOVERS LEAPb>

How long the days of lovers cleft
The brittle feel of nights bereft
Where restless wind through cedar claws
The rasping void of canyon jaws.

The close up call of raptor hoot
Distant tolls to our melancholic mood 
Cobalt...

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"Have you called Brigit yet?" A friend to bawl and 
Here she is, in times or tales of plight and fight, 
peace and flight.
One year for every finger on each hand,
one to hold and one...

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Slither Slider Sludge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain 
with the rage of shadows past

I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows 
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain

Listen...

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Dabbed on the cortex, the whorls radiate,
swirl their trajectory ‘round and ‘round,
pressing the matter ‘till synapses spit,
the messages stammer in running aground,
teleprompt thoughts, the lost and found.

Tracings of despotic imprints of hate,
spidering sly with malevolent...

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FATE'S FOOTFALLS

I'm on the thirty-five yard line
theball is in my hand
But I trip and fumble first  down
I got a job now suddenly I'm fired
this must be my call
I'm then tackled it's...fates footfalls

I'm running for...

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His thoughts a noose round the neck
That betrays progress into better ray,
Prisoner self-chained to surreal wreck
Of diamond burdens beyond their say.  

His pulses another swift drift away 
From lanes of wit and clear sense;
Obstinate...

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I do all day think, 
are there gaols I’ve not achieved?
Yes, of course, many!
Poetry, my voice, poetry,
a portal, open, I write, no one hears.
The one goal for me, for the world,
harmony, peace, other goals no...

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Could a sadder face there be?

Oh Crying eyes,

melancholy.

Please, don't drip
those salty drops.

So many kisses I'd give to stop!

I am yours
you are mine
we will get threw in little time.

For what is life?
A little race?
We set the...

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Freedom for those who stood to speak.' In a system rotten
At every move it creaks." u k gaols used to frighten and
Suppress the vast majority, justice is not.' This is a mess!
Free your citizens (...

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