Long Gazelle Poems

POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?  Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No...

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My beautiful friend
Hey. You daughter of beautiful Zion
Brighter than the city of Jerusalem
Yet I find no pleasure i you
O daughter of Jerusalem
Beautiful than the summer stars

Through the tender nights ahead
Illuminated with candles of life and...

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“Gods Like Men”



you the small men 
who war like gods

mystery that never was
in a likeness formed

through the mirrors
of the soul of God

a darkness
and a light 

the next star rising
after Sunset comes the Morning

you the small...

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hashtagmetoo-  yes me too
I see it    in nightmares-
paralyzed with fear   did I do something
wrong?    will anyone believe me?
I knew something   was very wrong ...

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THE LION OF JUDAH

Lightning bursts from the sky
Electricity sizzles
The smell of cordite fills the air.
A spatter of rain forms large drops on the dusty ground.
Black clouds form a backdrop to the Thornveld 
as the sun...

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It's too hot and humid for September!
Even dust specks descending in the room's sunlight
are beads of sweat running down my sides.
I bring pencil, crossword and ice tea 
to this chair and table, these angled shutters,...

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A fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honour wit heart deeper 
Than the deepest sea;ful 
Of mysteries.
The mother of all humans
A mystery herself that 
Emanates power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has for...

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Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of...

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I shivered
I quivered
eyes!
cried!
dried!

I puzzled winkled I bled
I muffled tingled I shed

between the greens some shades
beneath the almond tree
I stood I sat  I gazed
I bled shed tears

pale leaves like flames on me
its summer time I...

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"The Day(s) I Saw That Fate Exists"

6/17/19 
"What Makes You Flinch" poetry contest
Sponsored By: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

Today began as most of many days do
Today I woke, a tad bit hungover

Opened my eyes, rubbed my head
Said...

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Exciting walk; barefoot on warm rock while cold spring water
burbles past me. “Hey! over here.” she calls. 
A puppet, my instinct guides me there again;
Creek ends in dark green pond. “Hi” I answer.

My body tingles...

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For those who walk Your chosen way a world of dreams its glamour throws!
So be it then, so let us pass, let other nations hold the sway—
When we are gone, reproach us not that tawhid...

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There’s a Swahili adage that goes
‘Mshale ulioingia msituni haujapotea’
An arrow that has been cast (shot/strayed) into the forest is not lost
I guess this is one of those arrows
~~~   	~~~   	~~~
As usual,...

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I loved you
from the first moment I saw you
running on the playground grass
Michelle
I raced over and grabbed your hand,
when I saw you had tripped and fell
Then you looked up and smiled at me
And to this...

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Listen to your lover as he comes, gazing in your windows, peering 
through the lattice, leaping across your mountains and bounding over your hills 
like a gazelle or young stag in your garden orchard of...

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GentleMan
I remain blind to the world but you.
The Lily among Thorns
and the perfect work of a craftsman's hand.
Giving usefulness to my Banquet Hall
and injecting Life into my green Vineyard.

Lady
Oh dear! My darling Gentle Lion.
Radiant and...

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Was born to be a mule,
got barn weaned in the August hay
Didn’t know ev’ry next day
was gon be like my first Labor Day

My Louisi-Ana, ebony twin fetter friends told me,
I was gon gator cry pray...

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There is a limit I can be pushed to
If driven to it, could I kill ?
Last night I found out

As I was undressing
I felt I was being focused upon
The intruder's cold stares froze me in...

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Fritz Purdum mined these memories with his poem Boy playing in Dirt.


My grandson an introverted chap
On the playground after lunchtime nap

In the garden of kinders a most fragile Bloom off by himself just seeking some...

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When in the midst of all there could be of me my thoughts wavelength sails wilder than a gazelle on a mountaintop steep climbing hill! My soul cried out for the living God of Loves...

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The trick is to be grateful when your mood is high and graceful when it is low. Richard Carlson
 
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Who lives fully? Oh, such a sight to foresee!
A life so valuable, so graceful, and so...

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The Rose Horse

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Bewailed an ostrich tirelessly:
Two wings I have but still can’t fly.
Daily I stare dumbly at the sky,
asking What’s it doing there and Why?

Even the lion, king of beasts,
growls bitterly that it was born
a lion and...

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.................................... ( part two )

Teach them 

Of silent voices 
echoing through perceptions poised
within the easy spectacles 
of this worlds landscaping
this planet in uniting life light and colour
speaks words of creations harmony
of living balanced perfectly 
chaotically
proclaiming...

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My hands are shaking.
My makeup is perfect.
My heart is pounding.
My dress is perfect.
My eye are watering.
My shoes are perfect.
My legs wont move.
My accessories are perfect.
My body is hot.
My hair is perfect.

He glides into the room...

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