Long Greyed Poems

When days of old
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Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural croaks, slow-wheeling above      
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Around 29AD, a saviour claimed eternity as a light of future hope,
Recorded or foretold, accepted or rejected, he left a message that stretched,
Across the pages of all mankind, throughout all time, resurrected but neglected,
Simple message...

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Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image...

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So sadly now, these arms of mine, not finding you at all
Imagine Grace to be in doubt, that love is just on call
 
For fools who've never felt LOVE'S pain, known Flood from Heaven's rain!
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Tough 

Your back is brittle, like time-greyed oak,
Curved like a bow,
The string constantly tight and ready.
The glare from your eyes:
Like cold steel.
The things that you do, 
Always securely perfect and correct.
Your voice strained 
Like a...

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She was born a little different,
In fact “she” came to understand that “she” was “she” much later,
Some usual description of physical changes came to make her a full “she”,
As an adult she clamored for attention,
Run...

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Granules of recollection rub like salt 
Flailing in the fog of seven years ago
Deafened by incessant frog cries
Vines dangling began attaching to each other 
Drying river stagnated, slime slippery with algae 
Vigorous tree growth stooped...

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You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to...

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The Middle Time is now upon me,
And the tune to which I dance is somewhat thin;
A ghost remembrance of that cacaphonous din
To which my steps were measured in my youth.
I know there lies now less...

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The Tale of the Smoke Crow

His wings were made from those he'd burned.
A crow of smoke, without true form.
A thief of sorts, who sought to hide
the carbon stone that was his heart.
I smelled him first...

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Striving for silver linings in the ebony of the equinox   
I chased my dreams of idealism to stop the endless maroon anguish shadows 
Yet your words failed to sing a symphony of mosaic...

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Your love ,beauty of a sparkling stream
that flows down south, we first met
Where we sat holding our hands 
While watched the ants in procession
And you asked me that silly question.....
how they know their mate when...

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For those who fly our nation’s flag and forget to care for it.

I really hate to see Old Glory faded
Greyed and tattered fluttering at the mast
Denied the respect and stature of the past
In our country...

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Three-Kolored Ku (Now 10)
1. bluebird’s ear’s to ground –
pink collared worm (casts below)
now won’t grace black hook

2. blue days can have clouds,
yellow sun bursts pierce grey clouds -
rainbow’s arc mocks smile?

3. girls pink with envy,
boys...

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“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Shaking his head, following her voice as it trailed
He smiles to himself, ’give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain

It was love at first sight, the surround greyed...

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Music

The food of love..
To nourish my soul
Keeping me warm,
Dear friend, in the cold.

We dance and sing 
Yet you never judge
Or my crazy, wide-eyed 
Fantasy begrudge.

Although my frame
May be slow and weak.
You see the truth..
My moves...

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				When I think of you, my darling,
				I am still that wide-eyed girl
				Who held the whole world in her hands
				As her heart was set awhirl.

				Without a thought or intuition
				Of how short a life can be,
				We promised...

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For those about to die,
We salute you.
I once heard him say.
Little did I realise
That I would go that way.

Predators and Weapons
Are my closest friends
Those who should love me -
Every one pretends.

Words and deeds are arrows
Photographs...

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Teardrops on my notepad
a broken guitar string hangs
hovering over pieces of this organ
played like an organ.
Sadness is all around 
love feels like an echo now
pounding away at these precious memories
I dare not forget your touch,...

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She Whispered “I Love You”  (MJH 20150619)

She whispered “I love you”
As we danced real close.
She caught me by surprise,
As I looked into her eyes,
And time suddenly froze.
I said “I love you, too.”

She whispered “I...

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There lived a greyed, an old bald man
At sixty of age in a squalid barn
So rich that he could not feed his home
His colleagues outshined to beat their glome

He helped his men to mend their...

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When I was young and wore a brighter crown
my costumes sheathed me like a queen.

Fleet Street followed where I walked, 
sage critics copied when I talked, 
scripting fancy phrases for my lips.

When I was young,...

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Some parts of life are permanent,
alas, some aspects not:
The morning temperature feels chill;
by midday it grows hot.
The money spent on cell phones'
long-term value which I sought,
Too soon is gone, as more is spent
on upgrades I've...

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have I indulge in a dream,

so none the less as far as it seems,

so greyed is my hairs,  ask what you may,

I see you all too soon, just as easy as a summers day,

to...

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