Long Guileful Poems

"Years” and “Distance”, phantoms of the dark that do their evil
in the quietude of the everyday, coming and going without so
much as a footprint or a whisper, and taking the most valuable
possessions of the heart,...

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VIII

In the minds fixed eye I see five newly discovered graves,              
Headless lions sat atop an impregnable "Triumphal Gate";   ...

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Is it possible, in times like these, 
To fight off such adversity and selfishness
And to save other souls that you owe not to?
Gaze into these pain-filled eyes,
Contemplate their crushing calumny 
And see why I must...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your...

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She thought I loved her for the texture of her hair 
Yes, but I also loved her for her flair 
We thought that our love will always float in the air 
We were sure, and...

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Many months ago, a man from Middleton moved to, 
A province of vices and soured delinquencies 
Where dreams remain dreams
And reality seems unnatural 
Like angels and demons in a guileful romance

Few months ago, a young...

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a diabolical grace ...

dark, deep, warm-black arms of
an endless night wrap me ...
head thrown back in abdication -
arms spread wide in surrender,
falling backward, back, back, onto a
hard dogwood blackness ...
nails of my own stark weakness
fasten...

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as I was sitting and about to write a friend of my came to see and say, I was reading your letter, poems, song, stories and I wonder why each time the writer change. and...

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You help me with your gun

Your mind had been casted strong
with an iron reinforcement of wrong
guileful tied my life to your machines 
and you help me with your guns

Your heart sees me as a contender ...

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What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation?
Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey
Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray

Cruelty is not always physical
Some take joy in messing with the...

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A poem based on the Greek pantheon:


Zeus The Philanderer

Zeus the philanderer, lust divine, 
Maidens fair he did entwine, 
By guileful means he won their trust, 
Bastard offspring born from his lust.

With swan's guise, Leda he...

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A twinkle in her eyes tonight 
evokes the thought that they invite,
though I recall, not long ago
my absence seemed more apropos.

The laughs that linger on her lips
bare more than many verbal slips -
the times they...

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You believe me to be an altruistic man as I smile with sneering reluctance. 
You may think me gentle as I extend my hand in goodwill, but degraded am I as I wistfully watch my...

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Dark chocolate eyes bore into me,
Beseeching, brimming, tunneling for truth.
A single tear trails silently
Cascading o’er lifted cheekbones so
Perfectly angled they’re matchless
Throughout nature’s beauty scheme.
Exquisite, ethereal amber skin is
Glistened by a single path tracking south
Till brushed...

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Writing to you about the evil I enjoy.
More like knowing the hate I have for fever.
On this sick bed I curse fever.
For employing my body against me.
I sneezed a hundred last night.
Accompanied by a boiling...

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'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
            ...

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I hate Thee
He let me into a dark midnight,
Like a solitary bee
With not even a spark of light

No way to roam,
No way to play
Nobody in that home
I was like idle clay.

Unable to open my eyes,
Unable...

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What is this?

Spit at me, will you??
Hiss and spit and rattle your tail?!?

Be my guest, oh Great Coiled One ...
You are king, after all, and I but a fool!
But THIS jester has dealt with your...

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A Man of Green
(Valentine’s Day)

Blast breathed, bob booted, fiercely tramping, he sweeps down upon the land, hard browed, frozen white, bellowing, 

Rude Boreas, the prince of winter, rages, the very rocks withering in his path,...

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Frantically, I walk on a lane of  vile secrets,
past   glared dazes  from  hooded eyes
marking me as  obsession’s target where  a quest
to  nail me  taunts  my...

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July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the sponges.
Genius maimed by status quo,
vain a hope that fate expunges.

Guttered...

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In a time of matters I reflect,
Being forever perspicacious;
Wrong decisions, false steps,
Leading to become fallacious.

In need of caution or I will fall foul,
To be specifically as wise as an owl.

Walking on the edge of normality,
Having...

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Unclothed in the morning mist… 
In a garden paradise 
Man and woman walked naked - hand in hand 
Beautifully unbraided in the dawn of the aurora 
Created by the Master… 
The One and only One...

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In this  now troubled world, man’s hope falls,
as dire need for peace  remains unsettled
even besieged:  and awakening voices roar,
to soothe nights of delirium,  of alarm…
While I ,  a mere mortal...

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It barely vanquishes my quenchless spirit of inquiry.
To what exactly reason have I sledded so wildly?
Boasters and swindlers sprang up a treaty vigorously.
People are queuing to sway slated on a promontory.

It's plodding to incite thugs...

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