Long Gravelled 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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Well, GI Jack is welcome back, he left his...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South           
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014


Growing up
way 
down south 
in
Florida -

was like
a 
fiesta -

We would
go to
the
beach,

swim, run,
and 
play

in 
the white 
sand -

and
soon as 
we
get home,

It was 
time 
to raid 

the 
sugarcane 
farm -

Life
was sweet,

in
the
Sunshine
State -

Each day
was 
better than
the
day before...

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Why are you here? To learn, of course!
This is THE ultimate resource!
This is the Dragonslaying class.
You must work hard or you won't pass.

Dragon's are quite hard to slay
They're challenging in every way.
Not all your armour...

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Now, Railroad Bob has lost his job, he’s got no place for working,

His wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking.

The union man don’t give a damn, Big Brother lies a’ lurking,

the...

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A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the curse of worlds perverse by shooting shots of dope,
and stalked...

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One stands utterly still
in darkness only lit
by a full moon obscured by
eerie clouds, drifting 
slowly across the moon’s path.
Nothing moves, not even a 
gentle breeze exists in
this place that has been
painted black.
Sound does not enter...

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Before the Frost,
the world was ours for the taking
Love embraced us,
and we dared dreaming Greater 
than any form could hold.  
Foolishly, it may seem,  
for the ice tide had yet to flood the...

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She’s a pretty little cottage with a pretty picket fence
She snuggles in the forest where the trees grow tall and dense
A gravelled path runs by her so the mailman can deliver
But nothing gets delivered now,...

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I tread lightly on this gravelled road 
And on the horizon I see 
Lights, skylines to die for 
Tantalized by beauty false
For distance rests between the door
And me.

And friends and brothers, enemies alike.
Pass me by,...

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I scrub and scrub,
trying to erase stains gravelled upon my face.

Age has defined its mark,
solidified a presence in folds and furrows
raked over a once-smooth fabric now heralding me as old.

These seams line my skin,
years claimed...

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The Hospital Asile

Like the highway as long it goes
Like the lover's longing 
Like the winter's silence 
Like prisoned midnight and falling dawn 
Like the voyages made by Christopher 

Tube lights and window panes,
Sang the lullaby.
The...

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One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes
The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise
They relished unfurling their intellectual sails
To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales

Two wizened old philosophers in a huddled conspiracy
They picked through the...

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Mother nature cannot quite replicate 
The way Your mind perceives the universe, 
The beauty's in Your eyes that shapes Your fate -
Precious, though far from perfect, and all Yours.  

Well gravelled path, paved smooth,...

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Just listen to the dust beneath your feet; 
Its gentle voice whispers through the spring grass
Even its warming breath makes you feel complete
But its chill touch, still a sad remembrance…

Do you know where you have...

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Pain
A stand under an acidic rain,
At rest you shall melt
Change in position - continue in motion but memorise the belt
Be exothermic constantly release the heat inside
Forces of the Earth acting against thee - keep them...

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