Long Gauntlets Poems

"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they...

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I am a big admirer of all large cats, one of my favourites being the Scottish Wild Cat.
It is one of the wildest of all cats and will fight to the death to protect its...

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*Image of Smallest Dog by Bio.

The Small Dog from Shansi

There was a scholar from Shansi City,
Miffed by folks he stayed in an priory,
Peaceful, but bothered by its many bugs,
So he bundled like a baby in...

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Shivering sullen, silent all the time.
Suffering, wisdom, alone and sublime.
Where, O my oracle, shall I begin?
Blanch, light of Sin, nickel, cadmium, tin.
Hollow are hearts in the hill-towns, and why?
Dreams are a mystery passing us by!
Doom,...

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Sometimes I wonder if anyone
Truly believes in a God–
A Greater Being, typically benevolent 
Who watches + waits + whispers. 
Sometimes I wonder if everyone
Clings to this idea for the comfort–
The need, animalistic + entirely human,
Of...

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To Babylon, we came...
To watch the rise of Tower 
The Tower of Cain
A fortress of dark n eternal pain

Stretching to the vaults of heaven 
to quite the RAGE of Man
to challenge the reign of divinity...

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I am the Martyr you shall not want
I lay me down across waters 
You will not cross
I wander mountainsides alone
To bring their grandeur 
To your door
And run through gauntlets unafraid
Your cross to bear 

I climb...

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I AM NOT FRIGHTENED OF BEING ENLIGHTENED

My load has got to become lightened
My sodden Saturdays and Sundays should be brightened
And it’s not even an eventuality of being frightened
It’s a matter of my being enlightened

Every morning...

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I AM NOT FRIGHTENED OF BEING ENLIGHTENED

My load has got to become lightened
My sodden Saturdays and Sundays should be brightened
And it’s not even an eventuality of being frightened
It’s a matter of my being enlightened

Every morning...

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((Sequel to 'Battle'))

Silence.
Men marched, out of step
Away from the rising sun that cast the sodden ground
In shades of blood.
Heavy, blistered feet
Clad in boots of worn and faded leather,
Carried them back to a desolate camp.
There were...

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“Maverick”




Mavericks are made
in the silence 
spent 
where
freedom 
is kept locked tight
in solitary confinement
moments melting 
down visceral pain 
through love 
and 
loveless madness 
fierce swords are 
grown from what’s
left of the shattered
Heart’s core
self-belief taken up again...

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Amour 
comes with its price
masked armour
worn fiercely
by dark nights

eventually
lifted
for love or folly

facing what’s 
in front of you 
the past 
dark knights
removed

the once broken 
now unbreakable
the veiled
amour 
unveiled

Armour 
comes with its price
arrives brandishing 
like a sword...

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Their long arm of his law standing about peering at her child
Destitutes public pretender having fully cooperated with the states
Aspiring district attorney this peoples hopeful in future high court justice ?
Divulging as much exculpatory evidence...

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Brainwash

My pawns are carved from the ivories
ripped from flesh are the tusks 
I need to have agency,
my moves I look forward
to in any direction 
through hearts I may pierce
a game of thrones
when I win the...

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